[on back] After my dad died, his parents (my grandparents) DEMANDED some of his cremains. . . We gave them a blend of fireplace ashes and our childhood dog’s remains. . . Now, whenever they are cruel to us, I smile knowing they don’t have my dad. —email— I’m a therapist. I hope you felt comfort they could feel with you. They did not cry out of sadness for you, but often we cry for your strength or