Remember a few months ago when some big name...I believe it was Keith Richards...claimed he snorted his Dad's ashes as if they were cocaine? That was pretty sick. But it might make you think.
How will I remember Dad? I have a few photos, though not a lot. These last few years have been tough as one by one he has lost the things he loves. I no longer picture him in the pulpit since his health has gone and he can no longer stand or, for that matter, make it to church very often. And since the operation, he can barely even play his beloved guitar since his arm is too bad.
But there are so many good ways to remember him. Our road trips, the many times he WAS able to preach or play his guitar, our lengthy conversations.
In the end, there will be many great memories. I guess the choice of how to remember him could be simple. We could do something like we did for Mom...every year on the anniversary of her death a bunch of her friends and family would eat at one of her favorite restaurants. That was nice.
Or maybe I could have him cremated, leave his ashes in a box in the hall closet for a few years, then have him made into a teapot. Oh, wait...wait...can't do that, that has been done already.
4 years ago
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So your dad's struggling...that's sucks. Didn't know the details..I hope he hangs in there at least the grandkids are right there with Kenneth being so close. Say hello to him for me.
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