Where are you going?
There is no time line, just TIME. The pictures are from the spot my Dad wanted his ashes spread. Mom and I went last week to take a peek and possibly purchase a tree in his memory at the hole on the golfcourse. OK so this is your view Dad. I hope that you see it more than once a day from your vantage point. I held up the camera and clicked away. I wanted to see you somewhere in the shadows of the trees, in the patterns of grass, or flight of birds. I didnt see you. I did see a beautiful spot of earth. I saw why you loved it so much and why you would want this to be a final resting place for you. Although your "dust" or "parts" are not there, I believe there was a wisp of your spirit in the air. That is ok for me. Ill take it. It is now a place to go for you. Someplace that I finally feel you ARE. I'll be visiting again real soon.