What an expressive and sensitive person you are! I think it's a real gift to be able to frame and describe how you feel in all these different ways.

Thanks for sharing the poem. My dad died in 2018 and I poured about 1/10 of his ashes into a river in Hay-on-Wye, a beautiful town where there is a famous literary festival. The rest of his ashes are under a particular new tree in a park in the UK midlands.

The ashes kind of sank into the river and just sat on the river bed in an un-poetic manner. They went all over my shoes in the park. That would have amused him, he'd have written a wry poem about it, he did that kind of thing.