I saw Dad today. He drove from Edmonton to see us. It was awkward but it wasn't what you thought it would be; he didn't ask us to move back home. I want you to know that no matter what happens, my home is here. I have never felt so deep-rooted to any place. Steven will be taken care of, too. He doesn't want to leave and if he manages to get awestruck I'll do all that I can to keep him here.
We went to the funeral home this morning to put everything in order. You're going to be cremated on Tuesday... I'm sorry that you have to wait so long.
We tried to follow your wishes - nothing fancy and nothing expensive - but it was so hard to do. I think we followed your instructions but it was difficult to do. I hate to think of you in such a simple box and hate that there's no way to ask your opinion on any of this. I want to do you justice but it's difficult to say "no, just the birch box will do" with so many more dignified options. I'm trying to remember that I can do better by you through my daily actions and my course of growth rather than the receptacle that we receive your ashes in.
I hope that we did the right thing today. It was so difficult to insist on the lowest-priced and most simple things when you deserve the very best.
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