Visiting Dad

With my father’s ashes in the ocean, every shore is a memorial. I make a special trip in his honor once a year on the Spring Equinox. This year is the fourth anniversary of his death and although it is still a somber and teary moment when I dip my hand in the water and say hello, the trip to Inubou and Oarai was more joyful than sad. The ocean is a good place.