My parents house was sold in 2010. The new owners don`t know that in their garden 2 torts, several guinea pigs and rabbits and two dogs had been burried.
I live today in another house that I bought in 1993. Times changes so much. But the pets I had burried anywhere are still with me today, that`s right. My mother died 2012. I still miss her. I often think of her but when I stand on her grave I feel nothing. She is in my mind forever and not in the grave as a pot of ashes buried on a graveyard. Strange, isn`t it ?
Same when I visited my dad’s grave last year. I miss him very much, especially in my dreams or when daughter tries to play football (soccer) (dad was a rather talented forward when he was young). But a grave is just a place. My dad isn’t there - he’s alive in my memory.