Letting Go...

On Oct 28th it was my first time returning to Harrison Hot Springs since 2008 when I went with Michael. (The trip was at the invitation of a dear new friend who did not know about the significance of Harrison or this weekend.) Two months after that last trip he died.  A year ago today I had a successful four hour heart surgery after 8 months of procedures and another surgery.

I scattered some of Michael's ashes in Steveston, BC on the anniversary of his death in 2014 and then more in Hawaii in 2015. I had considered saving some of his ashes and having them mixed with mine one day and then scattered.

But today, on October 30th it felt like the right time to scatter the last of Michael's ashes in a place that was special to us.  Before my dear friend was able to say a prayer, two things happened. Something blew down from above and hit me.  It wasn't hard but it wasn't a light tap either.  Then a moment later I felt like my left shoulder was gently slapped and the string on my hoodie flew up.  It startled me and I believe it was Michael.

Then my friend and I held hands with the container of Michael's ashes.  She said a lovely prayer and then I scattered the balance of his ashes.  After doing this my stomach felt hollow. It was a funny feeling but it was a good one.  It was time for me.