Read THIS story. Today Jubal's ashes were buried in the local cemetery. I got a call from my aunt at 10 AM, she had only found out herself, so not her fault, the service was set for 2:00, I'm happy Andy was home so I could go. I got a text from my other aunt saying that she really wanted me to come, so Andy, AJ, and I went. The bishop who dedicated the grave kept saying things about remembering what a good guy he was and to keep in mind all the good things he did in his life. I know that everyone is NOT all bad, and I know he tried, but its hard to think of any good in a person who hurt me to my core.
But his ashes are in the ground, where the family wanted them. I'm happy he has a final resting place, and all I can hope for is healing and growth on my part. I was hoping I would feel more closure, hopefully with time.