Dads ashes finally went to the ocean ๐ yesterday - swirling round in the big blue. Felt like he was already out there but it felt right for them to be released where he wanted them to go, on the coast he lived a life upon.
And his great grandson playing on the shore - one life out with the tide, another beginning.
Despite a forecast that was calm, the wind was howling - Dad always liked the weather, we said, and would always get out in it, hiking or surfing or taking photos. Any weather would have been fitting.
Mum took his hiking pack and carried the ashes down, feeling very much, she said, like she was honouring him with this last walk. I felt immense love and respect and awe for her carrying him in heart and hand like this, and her determination to fulfil his wishes, despite having used the cardboard urn as a steadying force these last two years.
My brother in law and I steadied her as she walked into the lagoon where the tide was rushing in, and she got down low so the ashes weren't caught in the wind. Damn ashes stuck a little and she had to dig her hand in, which made her laugh and stopped the tears. Then he was off, a swirly white cloud disappearing as we all stood and watched.
Then it was back to my place for lunch and wine and much laughter. We are getting used to his absence now.
I love the thought of him finally at sea now, into the big blue. As I write this I can hear the big swell rolling in. Its hard not to think of my father when I think of the ocean, and now the two are utterly combined, physically, spiritually.
The last word for the moment is my brother in law's though:
This morning I was way up at (the surf break near where we spread the ashes) by myself looking over at ocean thinking how he would be part of it all in nature with the West swell moving his ashes along. Right at that that very moment a pod of dolphins surfaced right where i was looking and they started surfing in the waves. The last set wave had only 1 dolphin on it, he came straight at me, came so close if i duck dived we would have collided. But he flew by so close. Then at the end he did a big flip out and swam away. Freedom in nature. I came straight in and went and told your mum.
There he goes then. Free. Into the mystic.
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@nannix I posted here by mistake - but hope it somehow fits without too much bother!
Blessed mistake. Itโs a post I truly adore having here in this little community. Thank you. Itโs beautiful. ๐
May he rest in peace. ๐
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Beautiful. I love this.
I haven't been able to part with all of my son's ashes, but a great deal of them went into a body of water the he loved, and that I can visit. For me, birds bring him close to me, much like your brother in law and the dolphin.
I'm happy for you all to have had this day together.
Ohy love, I understand why people hold onto the ashes. It's definitely a hard thing to do as it's another aspect of them leaving even if the logic says otherwise. Mum wanted to honour his wishes and they had explicitly talked about it so it was easier for her in some ways. Of course, hard, but also beautiful. We had ALL been saying 'he needs to be in the water' and joking that he would be mad we hadn't already.
I love how you see him in the birds. It's small things that connect them to life that keeps us going xx
If that's where your dad wanted to be eternally, he got a lovely send off from you all. And just think, he'll always be there when you go to the sea which you also love so long much
It was perfect. He has a framed pic he took of that exact spot above his tide clock in his study. I didn't notice til the other day. It sure held some significance for him.
All the feels I have for this beautiful moment. And why do I have this feeling that the sighting of the dolphins is nature's way of saying he's finally arrived home where he belongs?
Last week, I read Honeydue's TTT entry about the time we will all go back to it... to where we came from...
It's a sweet sting of salt. But finally, some closure for you, your family, and him. Hugs๐๐๐
Ah yes, sweet sting of salt - I like that very much!
It's hard to let go. I admire your mum setting all of the ashes free. I couldn't do it, so just half went. I hope it will be Tom, and maybe the girls, who put the rest in the ocean when I am gone.
Some can let ashes go, some can't. I get it either way. We all felt it'd help give mum closure and they were his wishes so it felt right for us all. I did keep a bit of sand from the beach that day and will put it in a little glass bottle. Or not. He is in our hearts, no where else, really.