Dad's ashes

Cloudy & a little humid today. Mom's second weekend with us in Parlin. Last night, we brought Indian food home for dinner. Mom even tried a dish of stewed cambing (goat).  I made banana whole wheat pancakes for breakfast this morning.  Then we went to a local Portuguese bbq restaurant for lunch this afternoon.    
We finally spread some of Dad's ashes at Keyport.  It was that time during the day when the sun peeked out, and a soft bayshore breeze blew Dad's ashes into the endless memory of our July Keyport day.  

As I watched Dad's ashes falling into the water, I thought,  . . . like pixie dust -- so true, so light, so peaceful.