We just returned from a big family trip to Cape Cod with my parents, my sister and her family, my aunts and their families, my cousins and their families. We went to celebrate the life of my grandfather who died back in November and asked that his ashes be spread on Nauset Beach and Skatet Beach where he had spread my grandmother's ashes over twenty years ago.
It was a wonderful week together and it was very special to hear everyone's memories of grandpa. Grandpa would have loved to be there cracking lobsters, shucking oysters, watching sunsets, kayaking at Baker's Pond, lifting great grandchildren on shoulders, sitting in the pews at the Federated Church of Orleans, and laughing, laughing, laughing with family. I know that as each of us mourned our loss of him in our way, we also felt that in so many different ways he was there with us. And still is.