On a perfect and sunny day in July, my mom, my sister and her husband scattered my dad’s ashes into the ocean.
It was just what he wanted—my dad grew up on Cape Cod and loved the sea. He learned to sail as a child, joined the Navy Seabee’s during World War II, and sailed as an adult whenever he had the chance.
Dad had always been clear that he wanted his body to be cremated, though it took our family 2 1/2 years after his passing to scatter his ashes. Some of the delay was timing, some of it was planning (finding the right place and getting details ironed out), some of it was that no one was quite ready to let him go.
I credit my sister with handling this “errand.” She called ahead to the site and worked out specifics, handled the pick up and transportation of Keep Reading…