What scattering my mum’s ashes on a West Cork beach taught me about grief

When Jordan Lynch returned to West Cork to scatter her mother’s ashes, she hoped this next stage of grief might offer catharsis. Instead, she came face-to-face with the awkward, mundane practicalities of death

In August, we scattered my mother’s ashes on a beach that she loved.

In August, we scattered my mother’s ashes on a beach that she loved.

Actually, she loved the hotel next to the beach, and staying there and drinking wine with her friends, and in the morning ordering a ‘full Irish’ to her room, even though she knew she would eat only an egg or a sausage. I don’t think she spent any time on the beach. But you can’t scatter your mother’s ashes on a cloche.