Name changed for this, my dad passed away when he was 46. He had me when he was 20 so I was 26. Due to our faith his ashes were taken to India. So much happened that I wish I could have been more involved in, the funeral was chaotic. Partly because it was so traumatic as he was so young and it was a sudden death.
But also because he was well known in the community. So very young and loved by many.
The result was it was a very busy, very difficult time. We have open coffins and people were leaving him things to take with him. My mum was so consumed by grief she could barely stand.
I totally had to disassociate myself from my body. It felt like some bizarre out of body experience.
This was 16 years ago now. Now I was to remember my dad, I feel like I want to visit him or have something of his to remember him by. He had no real possessions, nothing expensive, little clothes. No jewellery.
I have photos that’s about it.
In my religion they don’t believe in graves or burials. So he was cremated and his ashes taken to his homeland of India. But he left when he was 8 and I’ve only been there once.
I just now feel I need somewhere to go to remember him. I don’t live near my family and they talk about him together but no one calls me. I did try reach out this year but no one answered although I spoke ti my mum a few days later. She had been speaking to my dad’s siblings on my dad’s anniversary, they all get together.
I guess I want to remember him somehow and I’ve decided I need to find my own way . DH didn’t know him. He only knows it was traumatic losing him young.
any ideas on what I could do? I have no photos of him in the house. My kids don’t really know about him. I just feel like he’s totally gone.