‘My husband’s ashes are nonetheless unscattered, however we’re doing OK’

Poppy, the youngest, is closest to me and she makes it into my arms. Bear paddles on, but the current pushes her further away. There she goes again, down and up and down, and I signal her to keep her hand in the air and a wave pushes Poppy and me towards the jagged rocks. And it seems we could be safe here – if we could crawl up everything would be fine, but we keep getting hit against the rocks. I try to put my body between Poppy and the sharp edges, try to lift her over my head and onto the rock shelf, but I am not strong enough and Bear has disappeared from view.

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