Both my parents died quite while ago. My father went first in 1984 an my mother battled on until 1996.
We cremated my father (as he wished) and scattered his ashes off the Goolwa barrage and his remains drifted out to sea.
As my mother explained to me from a very early age, our loved ones remain with us in our hearts always.
After my mother died (in my arms ... a beautiful experience, by the way), I scattered her ashes in the same place.
I don't feel the need personally for a marker or gravestone or a physical place to visit.
I understand and respect we are not all the same in this regard.
Not a day passes without me remembering them both and cherishing the special moments we had together. It gives me a feeling of joy rather than sadness. I haven't lost really them and I never will - until my time comes, of course.
As for my ashes? Two words - pepper factory.