Today I interred the remainder of my father’s ashes that I’ve
been safekeeping since May 2017 when we gathered to scatter his ashes
at his cottage in Ponemah Manitoba.
I guess I was finally ready to say a final goodbye. It’s not that I haven’t felt the loss of my
Dad since he passed suddenly on February 26, 2017. I’ve missed him. I 've missed our weekly phone calls where we mostly
spoke about the weather, politics, my job, current workplace issues, and his
grandchildren. I’ve missed telling him
about my life and my travels, my garden and about life in general. He learned
to garden from his parents, especially his father, my Grampy, who I remember
well. My father grew and dried sage and regularly
gave me some. Everyone loves my turkey
dressing because of the sage.
I now have a flowering sage plant in my herb garden. So
today I sat on my garden bench in the sunshine and the breeze and had a
conversation with my Dad. I told him that my life was good. I told him he can
rest in peace which I hope he has been doing!
Then I sprinkled his remaining ashes over the sage plant.
Rest in peace Good Ol’ Dad.
