Search for an Urn
I didn’t think that I would want and Urn. Â I wondered what in the world could be comforting about having someone’s ashes… by having a substance thatÂ used to be their living body. Â But I have to admit, when the ashes came last Friday I took the cardboard box to bed and curled up with it, stroking the rough exterior like I was brushing back Ayrie’s curls from his forehead.
All of the sudden it was obvious that Â I wanted to keep the ashes. Â It suddenly wasn’t a question. Â So I looked online at urn stores, funeral homes and the like, only to be dismayed by what I saw… nothing reminded me of Ayrie in the least. Â And then I remembered a friend telling me that an interesting urn could be made out of glass and I started to think more creatively… Â I sat with my thoughts and realized that I wanted something with warmth, vibrancy and rounded edges.
Last night I found this piece on etsy and loved the deep yellow and I was immediately drawn to it. Â It feels like Ayrie…I haveÂ synesthesia and partly chose Ayrie’s name for it’s bold yellow color. Â I also partially chose his name because it means ‘eagle’s nest on a mountain top’. Â When Shiya saw the image on my monitor he yelled, unprompted, “I love that!”. Â So I ordered it and we’ll give it a try. Â This beautiful container may be the resting place for Ayrie’s ashes for as long as it feels right.