Since the end of the month is nearing, I thought I would share some events that transpired a few weeks ago. In fact, it happened a day or so before New Years.
My dad, or at least the remains of him, had been bundled into a very large box, along with his guitar, some photos and a few other of his personal effects. This box was going to be sent via bus from Edmonton to here. The box got sent but really went to Ottawa where it sat for a few weeks until I finally got up the courage to call my mother-in-law and get the info about it to track it down. I had known that it was likely in Ottawa but with the holidays and all, I just didn’t want to deal with it.
Day before New Years Eve, I called the bus station and had it routed to Moncton. The following day I received a call and the box had arrived. I went down to the bus station, picked it up, and brought it home. Opening it up was a little strange. Knowing that all that really remained, as far as what I would have, of this man I called my dad fit into a 55 gallon aquarium box. I did however receive his remains and on January 30th, I plan to carry out his last wish.
This was a man that for whatever reason, never made it to the east coast but wanted to have his ashes spread at the wharf in Pointe Du Chene. I thought a lot about it and if that’s what he wanted, that’s what I will do. I picked a date: January 30th, 2011. The last Sunday of the month.
It’s going to feel a bit weird, but there’s a part of me that is sort of looking forward to this because then I know I can truly walk away and be done with all of this. It’s weird. I was saddened going through his stuff but yet at the same time, I just am feeling a bit indifferent about the whole thing. It’s just one more thing that I want over and done with so I don’t have to look back on it.
Hopefully I can get through it all and remember the few good memories of my dad and leave it at that.
