We've had a full weekend of ritual and reminiscing. The internment of Dad's ashes was Saturday. The sun was shining bright, not a cloud in the sky. The prairie breeze was blowing. We were a small group of 18 closest friends and family. Uncle Dan officiated. Uncle Mark lowered Dad's ashes into the ground, I chucked in a few rocks for my sibs and we all helped fill in the soil and topped it with 5 roses. We sang together. We sat in the grass, we sat on chairs, we stood, we held a precious-mighty council of love and respect and honor and it was good it was hard it was good...
We'll spend the day with Gram and Gramps today and then head to Spirit Lake in time for sunset. We'll skip a rock for you Erik, Jess, and Matt....Love you guys.
WHY I WAKE EARLY by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
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