The Story of the Urn It was 10 months and 7 days since the best part of my soul had shattered and left this earth and it was the day before my first birthday without him. I knew the gift was coming, long awaited and anticipated. I thought I was ready to receive it. It came in a big box at the end of the day. I knew what was in there and I knew it would be beautiful because it was made with great love and care by an artist who's talent is evident in each detail he weaves into his work. Yet I stared at that box, afraid to open it, knowing it held the final resting place of the love of my life. The wait was finally over and yet it had come so soon. I finally told myself that I was strong, I was brave and I could do this. I tried to fool myself into believing it was just a birthday gift and that I should feel the excitement of all that the box must contain. I said I wouldn't cry, that I would be happy. So I opened the box. It was packed w...