I spoke with my Mom a few minutes ago; tonight, two minutes after they took dad off whatever machines he was on, he passed away. She was sounding more like herself, which is good. My sister is down there for as long as she needs to be, and our cousin, Jerry (possibly Mom’s oldest friend), is also there to lend a hand.
According to Mom, there’s going to be no service; Dad is going to be cremated quickly and he had no desire for a service. We’ll start working on the logistics of a request he made of me last year, should something like this happen. At some point — transportation of ashes dependent — we’re going to have his ashes scattered into the Mystic River in Connecticut, site of one of the great pleasures of his life: sailing.
When I was in high school, Dad kept our sailboat at a marina on the Mystic River, right below the rotating railroad bridge (if you know Mystic at all). He loved that sailboat, despite all the work it entailed, and some of his happiest moments later in life stemmed from sailing. So his desire was to have his ashes scattered in the river. Obviously, we have logistics to work out regarding this, but at some point, we’ll make sure he returns to the place of so much happiness.
With the lack of a service and so many other details still up in the air, there’s actually a very real possibility that we won’t be going down to Florida this week. Obviously, there’s much to be done and we won’t know more until tomorrow, but I do want to take a moment to thank everyone who has left us a note regarding the entire situation. Your prayers and thoughts have been welcome, and despite Dad’s non-religious nature, I suspect that as he makes his way to the Summer Country — or wherever his beliefs lead his spirit — he’ll appreciate the sentiments expressed by all.
I know I do.
I also want to thank my wife, Kim, the love of my life, for the support she’s given me today. I can’t imagine having to deal with this without you, babe. I love you.