OUR STORY

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While sitting beside our family's 1918 dairy barn in Northwest Indiana, my mother looked across the fields and quietly said,

"When I'm gone, I want to become a cherry blossom tree." 

Of course, that isn't possible in the literal sense.

But her words stayed with me.

They inspired a promise to find a way for families to honor loved ones through life instead of simply remembering their passing.

That promise became Aspiring Ashes.

Now, every morning, I open my kitchen blinds and look toward her tree. I care for it, watch it change with the seasons, and feel only joy.

That is the peace I hope families discover.

My promise began with one person I loved. Today, it exists to help you honor someone you love.