This week is the anniversary of my mom's death, and would have been my dad's birthday too. I'll always miss them, and often find myself reaching for the phone to tell Mom something, even after all these years. I especially miss Daddy during garden season, he loved to talk tomatoes with me.
When he died, there was some unpleasantness with his wife's family. She has Alzheimer's and there were a lot of issues about what to do and who should handle it. Not to go into sad and messy details, but there was nothing we could legally do to take care of her, and it ended on an ugly note.
But on my recent trip to Indiana, I did work up my nerve to go see her, and look what I got!!
My dad's ashes!!
(My stepmother was frail, but remembered me and welcomed me with open arms. I'm so glad that I went to see her.)
The ashes were an unexpected and emotional gift. My sisses and I toasted our dad, then divided his baggied remains three ways. Before he died, he had asked me to sprinkle some ashes on his garden, my garden, and the rest in Florida, at his favorite place.
So, it looks like we'll be planning a Sister Trip to Florida to fulfill his wishes!
I've got some photos to come of my bedroom, breezeway, and bathroom redos. But first I wanted to post about the Downey Dinner I went to in Indiana earlier July. Daddy would have liked that.
But one thing that I really enjoyed about the reunion was seeing all of the hugs.
Every where I looked, there was a hug going on.
This is a family tradition that has carried on into my own branch of the family tree, too. My son, Ry, never leaves the room without giving me a hug or kissing me on the top of the head. And Sugarwings is a full speed hugger. When she sees her Pop Pop or me, she'll speed across the room and give us a full force, diving in, hug.
A love of growing things, down home style food, and big hugs!