Decisions

Call me chicken. But I took my one of our Jack Russells, Maggie, with me when I went to the funeral home to pick up the ashes. Scott works during their business hours, and I didn't want to go alone.

We are at a loss of what to do with the ashes. We can't seem to decide where to scatter them. I'm not sure I want to keep the ashes. In our minds, her soul is gone to Heaven anyway, and the ashes are just something that we need to let go respectfully. But where?

In the area, both of us individually thought about letting the ashes fly over the Columbia River. But we haven't been in the area long enough for us to be connected in some way to this river. But we can't decide where, as a private setting is important to us as well.

Another option we discussed was the coast, which we decided upon. Scott grew up there, and it would means a lot to the both of us. It's a special place where the tumultuous waters of the world meet the solid, unfaltering land. The ocean's consistent waves and tides never falter. Not once. The waves can be rough, but then they are forgiving and quietly lap at the shore, lulling it's guest into a quiet trance.

We will spread the ashes on the coast. So for now, the ashes will be in our house awaiting a respectful release at a later date.