I got a call from Jeff’s sister yesterday from the beach. She told me that the evening before, they had spread Jeff’s ashes from the pier at Surfside.
Doesn’t really seem real to have to write that line. And I can’t imagine having to do that.
I’m glad that they were able to honor his wish – that area was among his favorite places along with his hometown (where the rest of his ashes have already been laid to rest). His family has been going to that beach for decades for their vacations.
I hope that this gives his family some relief – if not now, maybe down the road. His sister said she wished I could have been there. It was nice of her to say, but I don’t know that I would have felt right about that. I guess this is one of those times when you set aside the bad times and try and focus on the the good memories and honoring someone who has passed.
The rest of the conversation was about where they were going out to eat and problems with the condo. Just their ordinary vacation – except they spread the ashes of their brother in the ocean this time.