I cried as I opened it, especially when I pulled out the little engraved plaque that was to be affixed to it. The tears continued to flow as I set it up and transferred his cremains. And then I found a really nice spot to keep it, placed it there, and the tears dried up. It helps to see a little reminder of him each time I look around the living room.
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