Burial at sea

On Saturday, my family held a brief memorial service for my stepdad. Because he was a veteran, the Coast Guard provides a courtesy voyage to scatter ashes on Lake Erie. It was a bittersweet moment. There was laughter. There were tears.

Mom with Dad's ashes. Natalie is curious.

Debbie and Griffin.

Cleveland Browns stadium. And the Rock Hall.

A sailboat passes between Eric and Matt.

It was a hazy day, so a clear photo of the city skyline was not in the cards.

Mom and John with Cleveland skyline in background.

Eric, Matt, Lindsey and Scott.

CeCe at the captain's seat!

Natalie maybe not liking the ride so much.

Griffin, Dave, Dabbie and Uncle Jim lurking in the background.

Lindsey emerges.

Yvonne, Derek, Mom.

Cecilia, your humble blogger, Derek, Mom.

Lindsey and DeAnne.

Yvonne, Jim, CeCe.

Derek does the honors.

Group hug.

Roses had a special meaning to Mom and Dad.

Here’s an earlier post about this approaching trip.
Cecilia led us in the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi.


Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

Where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled, as to console;

Not so much to be understood as

To understand; not so much to be

Loved as to love;

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

It is in dying that we awaken to eternal life.

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