TheBanyanTree: Another Story About Ashes

[Kitty Park]

My husband and I purchased cemetery plots early in our 
marriage.  Six years later, he was transferred and we moved 
700 miles away.  There was no family left behind, no reason 
to return.  Therefore, as my husband approached the end of 
his battle with cancer, he found cremation to be an 
acceptable alternative to burial.



The plan was that three buddies and our son take his ashes 
with them on a Saturday golf outing and scatter them here 
and there over the course.  So the ashes, in their plain 
brown box, sat on a shelf awaiting a visit from Brett who 
lives across the country.  His trips home usually came 
during winter holidays - Thanksgiving or Christmas.  In 
Ohio, greens are frozen by then and golf clubs have been 
stowed until spring.



Nearly ten years passed.  Brett moved again, and his sister 
and I visited him in San Diego.  Included in the activities 
would be disbursing their dad's ashes.  Where?  Near Torrey 
Pines, a golf course he had played and where I felt 
confident he'd like to be - a premier golf course in an area 
with beautiful weather year 'round.



I don't know why I was surprised to see we weren't the first 
with such a great idea.  As we walked over the scrub ground, 
sparkles of minerals shown in the sunlight.  Obviously there 
were other people now on the other wide who had been as 
crazy about the game as he was.  We congratulated ourselves 
on finding this perfect place.  Brett held back a handful of 
ashes, and as we walked to the car, he lofted the final bit 
over the fence onto the adjacent tee.



Kitty

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