He was afraid it would be a cold stone crypt, but Mikko's ashes lie in the earth, beneath a shady tree on a quiet hillside on the edge of the cemetary outside Vihti, about an hour from Helsinki by train. Antti met Charles and I and drove us up a winding road from the village, and we all sat with him for an hour or so. He would have preferred to be scattered on the sea, but it's peaceful here, and feels like a place where spirits can be free.Kiitos, Annti, Anna ja Chaals, for a beautiful, soulful day and evening.
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