Last May my son and I scattered my husband’s ashes at sea, a mile or so from one of his favourite Mediterranean beaches (Letters, 12 June). As the thousands of fragments sparkled away from us on an underwater current, my son James observed that one or more of them might return to the beach in time, to tickle the toe of a paddling child in around 30 years’ time. We like to think so.
Angela Minzly
Belsize Park, London
• Thank you, Arwa Mahdawi (14 June), for the lightbulb moment with your comment on people excusing their narcissism with psych-speak. Having been gaslit by a work colleague for too long, I now have the language to describe it.
Annie Foal
Brisbane, Australia
