Dad
My father died last week, suddenly, of a cardiac arrest during the night. Dad always insisted he did not want a funeral, he wanted a party where we had bluegrass music, and his ashes would be there in a coffee can. So we did, and it went beautifully.
Yesterday we went to scatter his ashes under the tree where he used to (mostly unsuccessfully) deer hunt when he was younger. My uncle made a board plaque to attach to the tree.
Anyway, I'm finally feeling like it's all right, that Dad is happy somewhere, and is glad we did things his way.
My father died a little over a week ago. I found him when I came to visit on Father's Day.
Yesterday we went to scatter his ashes under the tree where he used to (mostly unsuccessfully) deer hunt when he was younger. My uncle made a board plaque to attach to the tree.
Anyway, I'm finally feeling like it's all right, that Dad is happy somewhere, and is glad we did things his way.
My father died a little over a week ago. I found him when I came to visit on Father's Day.