Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Back to Ordinary Time

I've been off the grid for the last week or so. Mrs. ASM, two of our surviving sons, and I took Mike's ashes up to where he used to live for a send-off. His friends held a campfire, told some of the stories, and then the next morning we met at the Green River in Tuxedo, N.C.

A song, a poem, a beer poured in the river, each one of us lost in our own thoughts. We each put a handful of ashes in the water, and then I gave the bulk of them to his friends. They are in the yellow dry bag in this picture.

His friends took them on one last paddle and let them go in the rapids and waterfalls he loved.

Now we are home and it is back to ordinary time.


Brigid said...

I'm so sorry to hear this. What a wonderful tribute.

Borepatch said...

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. -Henry Wordsworth

Glen Filthie said...

Well done, ASM.

Here's to your son, and ordinary time for you and the missus.