I had the honor of spreading my dad's ashes
On his favorite spot to visit on his favorite lake. It was both an honor, and simultaneously weird and humbling.
Update.
I didn't cry at the service. Guess I was putting on a brave face. But while spreading his ashes in the lake, barefoot with my pant legs rolled up, smelling his ashes as I spread them in the waves. The tears rolled.
Update.
I didn't cry at the service. Guess I was putting on a brave face. But while spreading his ashes in the lake, barefoot with my pant legs rolled up, smelling his ashes as I spread them in the waves. The tears rolled.