By Deanna Salser
We descend into the deep chill of the canyon, our differences set aside. We push his mother’s wheelchair onto the bridge and help her stand, our arms around her gently for support. We silently hand her the urn.
Suddenly, his ash spirals up on the icy currents, coating us all.
Everyone freezes.
I laugh, shattering the stillness.
Shock transforms to mirth, infecting us all. Instantly united, we giggle as we pat him from each other’s clothes and hair, our tears clearing tracks down our faces.
Ghosts of his making, we gather together, and toss the rest of him over the rail.
I love this story. My dad blew back onto my sister and me when we gifted him to the wind on top of Roan Mountain, TN 18 years ago.
Thank you! I actually combined an actual experience with a scene from The Big Lebowski.
Very well told.
Thank you so much!
Haunting and perfectly finished.
I thank you for your delicious comment.
Well done!
You captured the scene perfectly in so few words. I felt the emotions and spirit of the moment so vividly. Well done!
Nice story Sis, I can envision the whole thing!
? I love it!! Sounds like someone very close to me:).
Neat story!
Great story. Well done!
Thank you guys! Stories from the heart are the best ones, I think. It makes them real.
Well done.
Oh, yes! Superb.
Well done! My son’s father’s ashes blew back on me at the beach. I laughed!
A perfect title to a great story.