Releasing the ashes and letting go

[Warrigal]

Yesterday I travelled west of Sydney to the Blue Mountains to scatter some of Hubby's ashes at the convict era sandstone bridge at Lapstone.

There were just 4 of us; myself, Hubby's brother and sole remaining sibling, and our son and daughter.

I chose this location because Hubby loved bridges and we visited many historical bridges as we travelled in Australia and overseas. It is not so far away that I won't be able to drive there

These photos are of the location which is beautifully serene, apart from the occasional car driving down the old road and across the bridge.









Today would have been Hubby's 83rd birthday and I am in a good place now as I contemplate my 61 years of marriage.

 

[January]

That looks a beautiful place and I hope it helped you all doing this together as a family

 

[Magna-Carta]

Somehow even the plaque give a sense of permanence and respect to the occasion.

 

[palides2021]

Aww, what a memorable event! The location was breathtaking! May he Rest In Peace.

 

[seadoug]

@Warrigal, what a beautiful resting place! I'm happy to hear you in a good place now. So is your hubby!

 

[astralcat]

That was a great choice for a resting place. It's so very beautiful and it must be a comfort to know that he is part of the scenic background and best of all, that you can still drive there for a visit.

 

[Jules]

A beautiful, serene location. Glad that you’re at peace too. Not many are lucky enough to have 61 special years.

 

[bowmore]

My wife's Perpetual Cruise
I picked up her ashes on Friday the 10th, and kept them at home until the12th.
On the morning of the12th there was a moderate earthquake here, as if to say
even the ground was unhappy.
I drove out to Oxnard, where we went for most of the 29 anniversaries we
celebrated, and rented a kayak. The people there were very helpful getting the
two of us launched, and I paddled out to the marina entrance. It took about a half
hour of paddling until I could get clear of the breakwater and out into the open
sea. The conditions were not too bad, only a one to two foot swell, which made
things easier for me.
I opened the bag with her ashes, and slowly poured them into the sea. I said a
few prayers for her, and watched as the ashes dispersed into the water. I sat
there for a while, reminiscing over the 30 years we spent together, and slowly
paddled back to the landing.
After changing into dry clothes, I went upstairs to the restaurant we always ate at
when we came here. I felt a small pang of remembrance and guilt, as this was
the first time in a while that I had no one to help up the stairs