Monday, August 24, 2009

DAD


Saturday was my Dad's birthday, he would have been 68.


On Sunday morning, the nine of us went to the John Carver Inn, affectionately known in our family as "the hotel", for breakfast and to get ready to scatter Dad's ashes.


After breakfast we headed up to Lout Pond on Billington Street, that's where my Dad did a lot of his growing up. My Mom read a poem she'd written and we each scattered a scoopful of ashes.

Then we headed up to our summer cottage at Long Pond. We got out all the kayaks and the canoe. Mom did more readings and then the "Clough-tilla" (thanks Chris!) went out to the middle of the pond and set him free. We stayed out there for awhile, reminiscing and singing a silly song that Dad used to sing while shaving. When we got back to the beach, we hugged, swam, ate lunch and had hot fudge sundaes in Dad's honor. It was a perfect day and he would have enjoyed it so much.


We all miss you and love you so much Dad.

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