Funeral

Last week, we laid my mother's ashes to rest in a columbarium in a nearby church that our family has been associated with for a long time. Nine family members had driven or flown in from various parts of North America. After a month of planning, I was so engrossed in everything that was happening around me that I didn't take a single picture.

A few days later - after all our visitors had left the city - Terry and I went back to the chapel where the columbarium is located...

It's called the chapel of Christ the King.

The whole church holds a special meaning for me now.