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.

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AccursedAlexander3 · 31-35, M

I did not and do not yet have the opportunity to spread my grandfathers ashes. I do hope. I get to do it somewhere beautiful. Over water, like he wanted for. I’m upset that I didn’t get to see him on his deathbed, or have the opportunity to do it, but soon enough, I’ll be able to fulfill his wishes. I can’t say I feel anything, but I’m sure he’s in a better place and will love the spot I pick to spread them. I’m very lucky to have this opportunity, to spread them somewhere especially beautiful. I hope I get to see him in the afterlife, and I’m sure he’s shining down on me as an angel in heaven.