A few weekends ago we scattered my Father's ashes. And then the weekend after that we scattered some more. There's still a whole lot left over and we've got plans for those too. Some will be buried, others moved to the west coast, still more flown to West Virginia, and finally a smattering will be buried in a undisclosed location so as to not reduce the property value of a lake home. We are, essentially, drawing and quartering my Dearly Departed Dad. And we are capturing these moments on film. These are not solemn moments. They are irreverent, much like my late namesake. I don't know how other people scatter ashes but in my family we scatter ashes with a smile. Below are some photos of the events. Enjoy. We did.
From Old Town it's only a short 45 minute ride to the coast and Dad didn't seem to mind riding in the way back of the Scion to get there.
He was happy to get out of the car and take in the fresh ocean air at one of his favorite spots in Acadia National Park. The Fabbri Lookout. Dad loves US History, especially when it involves an Italian that's smart enough to sit through a war by listening to the radio while sitting near an amazing view. Yet another story of heroic Italians involved in military history. No word as to if Alessandro Fabbri was good with a switch blade, odds are yes.
It was just a hop skip and a jump down to the rocks below (Dad's surprisingly light on his feet since his passing) and once again he insisted on some pics to remember the event by. Here's one with him in a very dramatic, introspective pose.
After a bit of convincing I did get him to turn around and give a smile before launch.
The next weekend we were off to the Summer camp my family spent so many years working and volunteering at. Once again, Dad wanted so shots with some of his favorite spots before he said goodbye. I didn't have the heart to tell him the fireplace wasn't lit.
On the boat dock Dad was thrilled to meet President Obama and insisted on having a photo taken with him.
And then one on his lap.
Finally, I captured him in a quiet reflective moment before getting unceremoniously tossed into the lake.
There will be other scattering to come and, of course, more photos. Because my Mother, Sister and I all agree - that's the way he would have wanted it.
Love you, Dad. Miss you every day.
From Old Town it's only a short 45 minute ride to the coast and Dad didn't seem to mind riding in the way back of the Scion to get there.
He was happy to get out of the car and take in the fresh ocean air at one of his favorite spots in Acadia National Park. The Fabbri Lookout. Dad loves US History, especially when it involves an Italian that's smart enough to sit through a war by listening to the radio while sitting near an amazing view. Yet another story of heroic Italians involved in military history. No word as to if Alessandro Fabbri was good with a switch blade, odds are yes.
From there we headed to the cove. It was a mildly overcast day, exactly the kind of weather Dad loved on the coast of Maine. He asked for a quick shot before heading down to the rocks below for the official scattering.
After a bit of convincing I did get him to turn around and give a smile before launch.
The next weekend we were off to the Summer camp my family spent so many years working and volunteering at. Once again, Dad wanted so shots with some of his favorite spots before he said goodbye. I didn't have the heart to tell him the fireplace wasn't lit.
On the boat dock Dad was thrilled to meet President Obama and insisted on having a photo taken with him.
And then one on his lap.
Finally, I captured him in a quiet reflective moment before getting unceremoniously tossed into the lake.
There will be other scattering to come and, of course, more photos. Because my Mother, Sister and I all agree - that's the way he would have wanted it.
Love you, Dad. Miss you every day.
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