Today, your ashes were spread.
On one of your favorite places on this planet.
Under an oak tree that was older than you. Much older. In the golden hills of California. At peace. At last.
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Today
Oh, Dad. Daddy. Daddyo. Pop. Pops. Paps. Pappy. Dad. Never "father." Dad. Today, my mother, your brother, and your sister-in-law, took you up to Mount Diablo, and found the perfect "spot." Completely legal. Sanctioned. All Is dotted, all Ts crossed. And the perfect place found. On the side of the mountain near home. The mountain you climbed. Often. Always. When I was a kid we could see Mt. Diablo from the kitchen window. Later, as trees grew, we could see it from our back yard. Today, your ashes were scattered, by Mom, my uncle—your brother—and his wife, on the side of the mountain that we could see from our home. From the mountain that you loved to climb. That Mom can see—at least, could see—from her window at home. It was hard for them. I don't know. It might have been harder from here. Four hundred miles away. Maybe not. Maybe. I don't know. How can you even begin to measure that sort of thing?
Beautiful.
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{{{ hugs }}} Laura. Your post and where your father's ashes were spread reminded me of a poem by an unknown author:
ReplyDeleteDo not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight and ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift upflinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Hugs sweetie :)
ReplyDelete{{{{hugs}}}} Laura
ReplyDeleteI think being far away is harder - you need to be near your family at times like this.
oh gosh....lots of hugs.
ReplyDeleteIt's such a difficult time. I know the pain will start to ease, though, and you will carry your dad forever in your heart and memories. *hug*
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