When my husband's stepmom died, his stepsister asked us to disperse her ashes at sea (we were moving onto a sailboat) as she wasn't emotionally ready to handle disposing of the ashes. We weren't up to it either, apparently, as we never could find just the proper place and time, always thinking that the next leg of the trip would be a more fitting spot. We're not good at ceremonies, either. So Lillian wandered with us along the Gulf Coast to FL and the Bahamas and up the East Coast to the Anchorage Marina in Baltimore. After a year and a half her daughter was ready to accept the ashes to place on the family place in Missouri, so we sent them to her. I think Lillian loved the boat adventure but was happy to return to her birthplace in the end.
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