Urn Selection.

I don't know how to start a letter like this, and yet I grab the paper and organize my thoughts.

I write "Choice of an Urn" and immediately wonder who I'm writing about, as if something inside me is demanding an answer and won't be quiet.

I'm writing about you, who until yesterday I could hear your breathing next to me, and now I'm trying to figure out how to continue.

I don't write to send it, but to give voice to what I feel and not let it suffocate me.

I think of you and let the images come as they will.

I don't remember you as I saw you at the end, but I remember you as I lived with you and that's how I keep you alive inside me.

In small moments I find you again, in phrases you said without a second thought and in things that I used to ignore but now I hold tightly.

Acceptance

Today I did something I never expected and, no matter how much I thought about it, I didn't do it simply.

I chose an urn and immediately felt the weight of that choice.

I'm speaking to you openly because I didn't know what to do and I was looking for a way to get closer to you again.

I went in, looked and compared, while trying to see the process simply, as if I could control it.

But it wasn't simple, because I didn't choose an object and I figured it out very quickly.

I was deciding where to keep you and that thought stopped me and changed me.

I looked at many options and weighed them one by one, giving each thought time to settle.

They all seemed right and beautiful in their own way, but none of them really touched me.

I stopped searching and let myself feel.

I didn't chase the impressive and I didn't seek the special, but I stood in front of something that I saw as a work of art.

And there I felt it clearly, without explaining it.

I didn't think, I felt, and that's what got to me.

I felt a calm spreading within me, as if everything I couldn't sort out was falling into place.

And then I realized something I hadn't realized before.

The material doesn't matter, the shape doesn't matter, and the price doesn't matter, no matter how hard you try to put them in order.

It's what I feel when I hold it that counts, if it gives me value and if he honors you in the way you deserve.

Assurance

And I want to tell you something else, because this is what keeps me going.

I didn't put you somewhere, but I kept you close to me in the way I can and can bear.

I hear many people say that time helps and I try to believe it.

I don't know if they're right, but I keep moving forward.

But I know that I feel you next to me, in unsuspected moments, without words and without explanations.

If this is memory, then it stays and sustains me.

I can't find an end to this letter, because what I feel doesn't end easily.

I just want you to know something that doesn't change.

No matter what changes around me, I remember you and keep you inside me.

And that doesn't change.

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If you are reading this text and going through this process, I want to speak to you humanly and simply.

Don't rush into choosing an urn and give yourself time to figure out what you need.

Don't pressure yourself and listen to what you feel, because that's how you will find the answer.

In the end, you connect with the urn and give it meaning.

And this connection leads you, even when everything seems difficult.

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Because in the end, you are connected to the urn.

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