It is all over.
Yesterday, on a beautiful (albeit warm) September Saturday morning, I spread the small amount of dad's remaining ashes on end of the point at our duck camp.
This seems a fitting spot, as it is one that dad definitely would have wanted. But it is also fitting in that the point itself was built out of remembrance: Back in the early part of the last century, the gentleman that owned this land pined for a way to easily make it across the lake to the family graveyard in which his wife was buried. He set upon building a land bridge to cross the lake and make his daily visits easier.
He never finished - it sounds like he took ill, and ultimately took his own place in the family graveyard. He did make it a couple of hundred yards, and it still stands as a testament to his love and remembrance.
It has also developed into a really great place to hunt ducks, where many hours have been spent with friends from all walks of life; some two legged, some four. The memories there run deep, and are far, far too many to mention.
I said a little something, flung dad's remaining ashes at the end of the point, and was painfully reminded of how very much I miss him.
Rest in peace, dad.
Yesterday, on a beautiful (albeit warm) September Saturday morning, I spread the small amount of dad's remaining ashes on end of the point at our duck camp.
This seems a fitting spot, as it is one that dad definitely would have wanted. But it is also fitting in that the point itself was built out of remembrance: Back in the early part of the last century, the gentleman that owned this land pined for a way to easily make it across the lake to the family graveyard in which his wife was buried. He set upon building a land bridge to cross the lake and make his daily visits easier.
He never finished - it sounds like he took ill, and ultimately took his own place in the family graveyard. He did make it a couple of hundred yards, and it still stands as a testament to his love and remembrance.
It has also developed into a really great place to hunt ducks, where many hours have been spent with friends from all walks of life; some two legged, some four. The memories there run deep, and are far, far too many to mention.
I said a little something, flung dad's remaining ashes at the end of the point, and was painfully reminded of how very much I miss him.
Rest in peace, dad.
The point is looking good. I like all the Cover and Growth. That is good your dad can still watch over you missing ducks all day long. I'm sure he'll still get a kick out of that.
ReplyDeleteI hope Maybe he will ask God to maybe make one fall so you will actually think you killed one.