When it came to the spreading of her ashes, my son wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts and the magic of Penny's spirit. I respected his decision. Tristan spread a portion of her ashes at the places that meant so much to the both of them. The date was April 6, 2019. Slightly over five months since she went to sleep.
He then brought over the remainder of her ashes for me to scatter. On April 9, 2019, I spread her ashes in the wind. I went to the places so symbolic of Penny's buoyant enthusiasm for the allurement of the great outdoors.
I felt compelled, felt an overwhelming desire to get closer to the rhododendron bush. I lovingly sprinkled, in a circular motion, some of Penny's ashes around the roots.
I showed the above photo to my son and told him of how I'd had this powerful, spiritual sensation that seemed to emanate from the rhododendron bush. My son recognised the bush. Until then, I had no idea that, three days earlier, part of his ceremonial journey had led him to the park. Tristan felt compelled, felt an overwhelming desire to get closer to the rhododendron bush. He lovingly sprinkled, in a circular motion, some of Penny's ashes around the roots.
Thank you, Penny. We love you.