Burying Dad's Ashes
August 29, 2022
by Karen Bensen
On the two year anniversary of Dad's death (Aug 23, 2022), Louise and I (and Facetime attempts with Chris in Vienna) met with the interim pastor at Mom and Dad's church, had a short rite of burial service, and buried Dad's ashes in the cremation plot Dad had picked out at the church. We had waited hoping that other family members might be able to join us but COVID lives on and it was not to be. It was a lovely day with temps in the 80s, a cool breeze, and bright blue skies. After the pastor said the rite of burial, she left us and Louise and I (and sometimes Chris as the connection would allow) sat for an hour listening to some favorite brass music that Dad also loved. It was calm and sweet and perfect. Just what we needed. Afterwards, we couldn't help but go to Costco for pizza and a mocha latte and people watch from the car just as Mom and Dad had done everyday for lunch for many years before Dad got too weak to drive. I can't believe two years have passed already. Mom doesn't remember that he is gone and honestly, she probably does see him on a regular basis. It is a gift that they are still together after 88 years of knowing one another! He is with us all!