I am not a fan of funerals.
I find that's just not the last memory I want to have
of someone who was a part of my life.
When my sister passed away, I knew how I wanted to honor her memory.
We invited friends and family to join us on the beach
where Jen and I hung out as kids.
The universe was cooperating that day with a perfect, sparkling morning.
There's no way to be depressed with your toes in the sand.
The idea of this ceremony is to take turns sharing happy
memories and toss a flower into the ocean.
I bought three bouquets of white daisies.
There was a good bit of laughter as we recalled hijinx
and shenanigans from back in the 80's,
and pleasant recent adventures and Facebook postings.
As blossoms washed back up, I saw a little boy of 4 or 5 gather
some of the stems and present his mother with them.
Further down the beach, someone was sticking them in the shore line like a garden.
You know I was smiling.
I don't generally indulge anymore, but I felt I'd be forgiven.
And I did go have a beer.