Second note.
My father wanted his ashes to be scattered off Jones Beach , Long Island.
Big boat, I dropped his ashes..
Cannot forget it.... those ashes followed us for three hours as we all got plastered having a good old drink fest remembering him.
We kept looking astern.
Everyone said.... yup.... he is still here..
Will never forget that day.
persnickety old booger.
I miss my dad
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