Molecules of Dad getting tossed in the hurricane destroying SW Florida*
What freedom, to fly with the storm rather
than fear it and futilely try
to shield structures from it — houses, bodies . . .
Smash, Dad! Fly!
(as you once wrote to me Blog! Dance!)
*we scattered half of my father’s ashes in Estero Bay, where he loved to fish
Ambiance 
Alexandra said,
September 29, 2022 at 10:28 pm
Beautiful.
Ashes are, for me, the only way to go when you’re gone.