Ashes to ashes and dust to dust...on my husband's Bucket List trip to Santa Monica, we scattered part of his cremains(pieces of bone too in case you didn't know) into the Pacific Ocean. Not wanting to do a Big Lebowski moment (careful, F bombs) in the breeze, we went close to the water(TOO CLOSE) and in our weepy touching hug afterward were swamped by the tide. However, we did run away laughing through our tears. Symbolic? I don't know, except that my running shoes got ruined and that we all agreed that Patt would have said something like, "That's what you get for being too emotional." or "You didn't notice that the tide was coming in?" Because in spite of the fact that he didn't appear to pay attention to things, he always seemed to be aware, if that makes any sense. Sometimes he didn't say anything, he merely made a face or quirked an eyebrow--just to communicate his opinion. :)
In life, as in nature, there are sunsets and although they mark the end of the light, they are awe inpiringly beautiful. I'm trying to remember the girls' eagerness as they ran to the beach to capture this picture, instead of my sadness at the early sunset and how it represented saying goodbye to my husband before his time.
We had lots of adventures and my lips are sealed on a few--like the Friday night when I read Percy Jackson at the apartment and the girls went out on the town. ;)
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.