Memories are all that remain of us after we're gone from this plain of existence... Glad you created some new ones to mix with the old ones of happier times with your dad.
I loved reading your essay about your trip with your Dad's ashes. I was born in 1946 so maybe it won't be all that long before I am a jar of ashes. Thanks.
Very nice, well done piece, Diane, and for me rather timely. We are of the same age. Just last month I met with an estate planning attorney to start taking care of that stuff, and the matter of burial arrangements came up. She suggested the name of local funeral director with a good reputation, and coincidentally enough not long after that meeting I received in the mail an invitation to attend an informational lunch put on by this same funeral home. Took advantage of it just this past week, nice to know that pre-planning the final act can 1) spare loved ones a lotta grief and anxiety, and 2) save a lotta money (which I might be able to take with me...?).
Great story Diane. Dad passed at 99 after a fall this summer. We buried his ashes in Regina alongside his wife, scattered some in Katepwa Lake and next summer will take some on his last road trip to our beloved Lac La Ronge.
Lovely memories. I'm 10 years your senior, so I've got a plot picked out and gravestone in place. Took up some top soil and have planted wooly thyme to grow all over the grave. My wife's ashes and step sons' ashes are at home (along with our lovely dog's ashes) and my goal is to get a big aluminum urn into which they'll all be put along with mine and my executor will then plant us all at the same time (in the thyme).
Memories are all that remain of us after we're gone from this plain of existence... Glad you created some new ones to mix with the old ones of happier times with your dad.
I loved reading your essay about your trip with your Dad's ashes. I was born in 1946 so maybe it won't be all that long before I am a jar of ashes. Thanks.
Hang in there, Susan!
Very nice, well done piece, Diane, and for me rather timely. We are of the same age. Just last month I met with an estate planning attorney to start taking care of that stuff, and the matter of burial arrangements came up. She suggested the name of local funeral director with a good reputation, and coincidentally enough not long after that meeting I received in the mail an invitation to attend an informational lunch put on by this same funeral home. Took advantage of it just this past week, nice to know that pre-planning the final act can 1) spare loved ones a lotta grief and anxiety, and 2) save a lotta money (which I might be able to take with me...?).
Well, as they say, timing is everything.
Great story Diane. Dad passed at 99 after a fall this summer. We buried his ashes in Regina alongside his wife, scattered some in Katepwa Lake and next summer will take some on his last road trip to our beloved Lac La Ronge.
A road trip is a fitting way to say good-bye since people tend to do a lot of driving in Saskatchewan. It's a way of life.
Nice story Diane about your dad- my mom and dads ashes are still
In a closet in Canmore / not exactly sure what to do with them yet!
Thanks, Gail! Maybe you have to take them on a road trip back to where they met? Or some place memorable.
Canmore is a beautiful place, our home for 38 years. I wouldn’t mind floating down the Bow past the 3 Sisters when I am ashes.
I’m in Diane but let’s try for sure sans ashes!
Lovely memories. I'm 10 years your senior, so I've got a plot picked out and gravestone in place. Took up some top soil and have planted wooly thyme to grow all over the grave. My wife's ashes and step sons' ashes are at home (along with our lovely dog's ashes) and my goal is to get a big aluminum urn into which they'll all be put along with mine and my executor will then plant us all at the same time (in the thyme).
Lovely idea!
It was lovely to read about your journey of which I shared a small part over the years and last summer. Good memories.
We'll have to do it again! Without the ashes, of course!
What a thoughtful last road trip for your Dad, Diane.
Probably Kipling!! Or we thought maybe Canmore.