In a previous post I wrote about the passing of my Dad.
My gardening guru.
The man who taught me everything I know.
This past weekend,family and friends gathered to say a final good-bye.
On Friday,May 25th,on what would have been his 93rd birthday,we gathered at Ft. DeSoto Beach to spread his ashes.
At the North Beach…
The same spot he and my mother loved visiting.
We put his ashes in a sand pail and waded out as far as we could,with the little ones.
When no one could find the right words to say,
Emma took charge.
Almost as if to say,”Let Grandpa go home,big people!”
….she grabbed a fistful of ashes out of the pail and threw them into the wind.
And she kept doing that…
…until we all joined in.
It felt peaceful.
As if Dad was at peace,
… at home.
Later that evening,we all had dinner,
and told stories of Dad….
…and Kyle got to blow out the birthday candles for the both of them…
They kinda/sorta shared the same birthday….
I think he would have liked that….
Miss you Dad….
