"One thing at a time"

Two years has passed since the day that I saw my father turn into a set of white bones. I am not sure if that image would ever leave my memory. Japanese custom typically cremate the deceased. We cremated him. The rest of the funeral experience was more than I could bear. I had no desire in seeing the remains of cremated remnants, a scattered set of bones on the tray that is pulled out of the inferno. But that is a custom in Japan to gather around the remains out of the crematory and pick out and collect bones to place in an urn... Two years has passed since the day I saw the smoke that went up to the sky from the chimney at the crematory. I did not know if I should feel relieved or sad. I don't know where he went to be honest with you. Part of me hope and pray that something happened during the last hour when he struggled for air before he fell to his death. Two years has passed since I bid him farewell in a room at the funeral home. I chose to sit with him for a while after he wa...