As Sally put it, physically, Katie's ashes were interred in a wall niche in a cemetery about a 15 minute drive from our house. Even after 13 years, we still visit just about every single weekend.
In a spiritual sense, she is always with me. Always. There is not a single day & maybe not an hour that goes by when I'm not thinking of her in some way. She's with me when I see pregnant women, babies in strollers and young teenaged girls giggling together (she would be 13 this fall and starting Grade 8 next week). She's with me when all her cousins are together and I think about the one little girl who will always be missing from the pictures. She's with me in my blog and in this whole online community. She's with me whenever I meet up with my friends who are also bereaved parents. She's with me when I visit the farmland my ancestors lived on 130 years ago, and the cemetery where they are buried, and I wonder whether she is with them all now, in another place, waiting for me to join them someday. As the Beatles sang, Here, There, Everywhere. : )