travelled from North to see her name….etched out on stone atop others there before her….with flowers adorning vaults….ashes to ashes…

I didn’t want that for her, the old man said, I wanted a proper burial….not burnt offerings, he looked away…taking glasses off..
rubbing blood-shot eyes….

is this what she wanted?, I asked, Did she want this?

Well, he looked at me, Yes….yes she did…..I don’t understand…but she did…

Then that’s what you do…you did the right thing…

Yeah…..I s’pose…I just hope it didn’t hurt her…