the day --left ashes of Tom and brother on the rock in front.  it was cold, wet, windy, got knocked by a wave, but i love to mark the time.  three years for Tom, 72 days for Greg.  I retreated to home a day early as was soaked and little left dry plus rain is in for a long siege.


(extra - the rock had two bowls, Tom on left, Greg on right - no idea why colors of ashes different.  I felt connected, feel connected, to the "now", to them, to the big of life - all good - but yes, i would prefer to have the live bodies with me)