Rockyroad toast

This past Saturday we held a memorial service for Mom. It was well attended by family and friends. Our cousin Gary, a Methodist minister, officiated and Karin and Peggie each spoke about relationships Mom had with everybody. They were both magnificent.

Afterwards, we gathered at Margie's house. Everybody who wished to was given a cup of cremains, then we set out into the desert to scatter the ashes where Mom said she wanted them. She had enjoyed sitting at the table and watching great grandchildren playing out there, or watching the birds and wild animals, or just watching the weather. On the way back to Tucson, I took a small amount and scattered ashes at the park in Hayden by the swimming pool she enjoyed so much when we lived there. Don and Karin are going to take some to return to Cottonwood Falls, Kansas where she was born.

Mom's sister, Vesta, and three of her boys joined us for rockyroad pie. She didn't drink, but she did eat chocolate, so that was our way of making a final toast to her life and our memories of her.