Written by Shinbi Lee from Orange County School of the Arts in California, YS It always rains when we visit the columbarium of our grandparents’ ashes. The structure is a walk down from a clean-paved road surrounded by evergreen forest; our car looks like it shouldn’t be parked in the middle of this empty road. But I guess it doesn’t really matter because no one is here but us and the ashes, ashes, ashes. We’ve only been here twice, once when we were much younger, when no
