Sunday, September 13, 2009

Dad's Ashes


It is all over.

Yesterday, on a beautiful (albeit warm) September Saturday morning, I spread the small amount of dad's remaining ashes on end of the point at our duck camp.

This seems a fitting spot, as it is one that dad definitely would have wanted. But it is also fitting in that the point itself was built out of remembrance: Back in the early part of the last century, the gentleman that owned this land pined for a way to easily make it across the lake to the family graveyard in which his wife was buried. He set upon building a land bridge to cross the lake and make his daily visits easier.

He never finished - it sounds like he took ill, and ultimately took his own place in the family graveyard. He did make it a couple of hundred yards, and it still stands as a testament to his love and remembrance.

It has also developed into a really great place to hunt ducks, where many hours have been spent with friends from all walks of life; some two legged, some four. The memories there run deep, and are far, far too many to mention.

I said a little something, flung dad's remaining ashes at the end of the point, and was painfully reminded of how very much I miss him.

Rest in peace, dad.

1 comment:

  1. Chris "the Duckslayer"MurphySeptember 18, 2009 at 2:08 PM

    The point is looking good. I like all the Cover and Growth. That is good your dad can still watch over you missing ducks all day long. I'm sure he'll still get a kick out of that.
    I hope Maybe he will ask God to maybe make one fall so you will actually think you killed one.

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