My sister died when she was 18 months old.
The pain my mother and father felt? Unimaginable.
And almost 50 years later,
my sister’s presence is still near.
When I first began creating urns, they were medium to larger in size. Then one day, I made one that was smaller in size. A heartfelt sigh, a pause. A tribute to the young – like my sister.
Since that day, I have created smaller vessels, along with the medium and larger urns. All reverent, all made with intention to carry a loved one’s spirit into the future.
More images of created pieces at The Keyhole Studio.