Here is where we said goodbye.
One of those grand family gatherings, two of my brothers (the third brother fell and smashed his knee to bits the night before he was to leave home to meet us) and their extended families, our children and their partners. A picnic on a long west coast beach, then small groups taking a bucket of our parents’ remains to the edge of the sea to say their private farewells.
There was time for hikes to the more remote beaches, including this one where our children met the waves and saw a whale not far off-shore.
And this one where an emaciated sea lion was waiting for its own death on the sand.
...Theresa Kishkan 
[…] were together, in a place where we’d once been with family members spreading the ashes of my parents. John and I had been coming to this part of the west coast for decades, together, and long before […]