My family and I walked to Nonna’s favourite place in the mountains not far from Cossato in northwestern Italy, the town in which she had grown up.
Her ashes felt heavy in my hands. I threw them far up into the air, and they fell all over the grass, and all over me. My mother, brother and aunt did the same, again and again.
In the end, we were covered in Nonna’s ashes and so was the field around us.
Months later, my mother sent me a photograph of that field. It was completely covered in flowers.
Photo: Marisa Vesco’s ashes are spread by her nephew Luca Squarci at her favorite location where she grew up near Cossato, Italy, December 16, 2015.
Photography by Gaia Squarci