Pilgrimage in her foot steps
SUNDAY, December 27 – Spent the day in New York, the three of us. Alone, and yet together with Jennifer, I told myself. At Rockefeller Center we saw a droopy Christmas tree. Every year she used to make her own pilgrimage to the Christmas tree in midtown Manhattan. Together we walked through Central Park. Here the snow has already melted. It could be a lovely spot to scatter her ashes.
I have my husband cremated as well. It’s been over 2 years and I think about shattering his ashes all the time. I’d like to put a little piece of him in every ocean since I was with him the first time he see the ocean. That sounds like a beautiful spot!
Thank you, Misty. Scattering the ashes really something that you must find the right moment for. It’s gotta feel perfect. Wow, that’s some idea you got, will require some interesting travel plan. (And I love the spelling error, shattering and scattering, 🙂 I’ve learned that one can sometimes laugh at the most horrible situations. This is a funny freudian slip. I believe one of my boys, or was it me, once talked about scattering the asses.)