On Memorial Day, my Husband and I would take the long road out to the town's cemetery and place flowers on his Father's grave. Somehow, over the years, we made a date of it. We didn't just buy flowers. We held hands and entered the store, and purchased soil, a living plant and a perfect planter; in which these flowers would live. Then, on different times, I had the fortunate (depending on how you looked at it) honor of placing the arrangement under my coat, while holding on to my Hubby's waist as we took the '72 Harley Sportster out, as our primary mode of transportation. I loved placing flowers on his Dad's grave.
Sometimes, when the weather wasn't quite right (or later in my marriage -when I knew better) we took the pick-up. The year, 2010 was like that. We took the pick-up truck.
Afterwards, he said to me as he did every year, "Do you want to go for a little ride?"
I nodded, yes, and always welcomed this moment.
It was time we would drive around and look at old, country-farm houses and play the game, would you live there? "Yes! I would live there."
The fields just turning to a beautiful green....
In the same year about 5 months later, my husband was diagnosed with his illness. But at that time we just talked in the car without a care in the world about things that sometimes, couples do...
"I would not want to be buried. Would you?"
"No", He said, "I want to be cremated."
So, it went on from there. Discussing all of the things that we so wished. Not in a very practical manner. I remember him saying that he wanted his ashes spread everywhere. He was a truck driver and knew how he felt, keep in mind...
I had to narrow it down. "What do you mean, everywhere?"
But, still, he had a wide range of area from Texas to Hershey, PA.
I remember kidding him and saying, "Thanks a lot. You sure don't want to make that easy on me..."
and he said, "Nawwwwww. Just sprinkle me off of any, old bridge".
I can't help but remember that. Who would have known that within Fall of the same year he would be diagnosed with a terminal illness? Also, I think about why couldn't he have simpler plans, like myself. Just sprinkle me into the water off of the Santa Cruz Pier?