My father died July 11, 1998. He was 76. We held a service for him then and he was cremated.
A few weeks later, the funeral home contacted me to give me his ashes. I took them in a black, shiny box and have had them ever since. Put them in the book case. I didn’t really know what else to do with them.
Today would have been his 92nd birthday. Now, it seems, is as good a time as any to disperse those ashes. He would have liked it here. He loved a great view and this place has that in spades.
He also loved dogs. And our Megan died February 7th of this year and we have had her ashes here as well. Now seems as good a time as any to disperse her ashes. And it seems OK to do them together. So, we will.
The next time you look at the blog picture of the house on the point, know that there are two old dogs roaming there as well as the three of us.