On the far side of grieving…

Mom’s gone.  At 87, going on 88, February 1, 2016.  Or perhaps it was actually September 11, 2016, this past Sunday.

I respected and fulfilled her last wishes — no funeral, service, or traditional wake.  Rather, a celebration of her life, and a scattering of her ashes in North Shore waters.

At the house she loved so much, during a BBQ, she was so fondly recalled by her relatives, friends, and her immediate family.  She never opined about the worth of her life, whether she would leave a legacy, if her spirit would live on.  This past weekend speaks for each.

On Sunday morning, the grandchildren, and I, and wife released her ashes into an estuary that would eventually bring them out to sea.  To the freedom of the bays, and oceans.  Marjorie Beatrice Thomas Wyckoff Cummings,  beachcomber that she was, free to poke around the shore, finding beach glass, and perhaps much more!


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