When my dad passed away, we shared his ashes three ways across the world — a third stayed home in the North East of England, a third went to the Scottish Highlands, and a third came with me to Australia. Ten years later, that third was still in a velvet bag in my wardrobe.
My husband is a surfboard maker — hollow core wooden boards, built by hand. When our beloved dog Buster died, my husband placed his ashes inside a board he would later surf, so Buster could still ride the waves with him. It got me thinking about my dad. He was a fanatical lawn bowler, so my husband set about creating an urn to represent him: a set of three bowls, one for each of us, holding his ashes and a special poem.
Now, when I see that bowls ball, I smile and remember my dad warmly — no longer hidden away, but subtly on display in a way that would make him smile too. The more people I spoke to, the more I realised I wasn't alone in holding on without a fitting place to let go. So we created Identity Urns — committed to helping you find the perfect resting place for your loved one, too.