My father’s ashes and I walked north from Washington Square Park. We saw a movie, a play, an improv show. Being back in New York by myself felt like being on another planet. I could do interesting things without feeling sad that my husband didn’t want to do them with me or selfish for wanting to do them anyway. My father’s ashes and I went dancing at a terrible club. We sat in my hotel room and cried over my declining marriage.
“I carried my dad’s ashes around New York for four days -- and realized my marriage had to end,” Amanda Avutu, Washington Post.













