Hello Darkness my old Friend

It was an accident

My father died at the age of 70 a few years ago of lung cancer after being a two pack a day smoker since he was 15.

My mother and father seemed surprised.

The previous year my parents had just purchased their home away from home in a place at the end of the universe down in the middle of Florida known as the ‘Bass Capital of the World’ ( -: [link] :- )

It was their dream come true and for that one year they were in their sunset years of paradise.

We should all be so lucky.

It was the following year my father was diagnosed. Rather then go to Florida and spend his remaining time in paradise, he opted for chemo on the outside chance it would extend his life by a couple of years.

He lost, and the chemo defeated him and he died before returning to their dream vacation home away from home.
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Symbolic Gesture

My mother freaked when I suggested we take some (if not all) of my Dad’s ashes and put them in the St. Johns River down in Florida.

My fathers wishes were to be buried in the ground in the family grave in the small mountain city where he was born (I have a grave waiting there also it seems)

So I hatched and carried out my secret plan

On the day we were to bury him, I quietly went into the Family Room, where my Dad sat in rest on the one of our end tables.

I had planned on taking a small vial and scooping up a small bit of his ashes so that I could take them back down to Flordia, giving him that one last trip down to his dream spot.

When the time came for me to sneak off, I realized I had forgotten my small vial and was left to improvise by having to use a larger container which I found would not fit down into the urn.

So I had to ‘our’ a part of his ashes into said container

Which then ended up not only falling into the container, but also a good bit of Dad now was all over the end table in the Family Room.

Okay, so I panicked slightly, as I quickly screwed the cap back on the now stolen ashes, followed by resealing his urn.

And now looking down in horror as I realized I had to somehow had to ‘blow’ my dad off the end table which left smears of chalky dust which I now found myself spit washing.

It was only later I realized I had been licking my Dad’s ashes
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I am looking at my Dad now as I type this.

We are planning to make the trip down to Flordia this summer.

I plan to take my Dad with us so that I can fulfill my symbolic gesture of dumping my small bit of him into the River in the place known as the Bass Capital of the World

I am sure I will take pictures