Finally scattered my father’s ashes.
I’d kept them in my van for three years, wondering as I traveled where to best honor his simple request: “no funeral, ashes scattered.”
Gave consideration to Puget Sound, the Maine Coast, the Sonoran Desert, his favorite wild pecan orchard, even Jeanie B’s woodpile, but was never able to make a decision.
Last weekend, William Douglas Matheny found his final resting place among the red rocks of Coconino National Forest, near the trunk of a lone Juniper tree, below the famous chapel.
Not entirely legal, I know, but it was a beautiful day and it just felt right.
I love you, Daddy Bill.