Molecules of Dad getting tossed in the hurricane destroying SW Florida*

September 28, 2022 at 2:03 pm (Uncategorized)

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

1 Comment

  1. Alexandra said,

    Beautiful.
    Ashes are, for me, the only way to go when you’re gone.

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