My Father’s Ashes Are Home #happyfathersday

I was born and spent much of my early life in Montana. My father died at 93. He and I were close throughout my life. His dying wish was to have his ashes spread in his favorite fishing stream near Whitehall, Montana. 

My two brothers and I brought his ashes her to be spread on Father’s Day. He died 18 years ago. I have not been ready to spread them until now. My Dad’s parting words to me in every conversation were “I love you and am proud of you son.”

With love and pride, we will wade out into this stream at this location to spread his ashes. It may be the hardest thing I have ever done, though I know his love and pride are engrained in my soul. I pray that I may be able to the same for my children and loved ones.

My father gave me the gift of himself, which I will cherish to convey to others as I release him in the waters of his life.


Happy Father's Day.

Warms, Cym