Scott on Drifting with the tide:
Tipping the bag, his ashes began to spill into the river, and as quickly as it started, it was over; the bag was empty. Looking down, I could see that Dad was now forming a cloud in the water, spreading out as he embraced his return to the sea. Slowly, everyone lined the docks, watching as the cloud continued to spread as well as cover the bottom near the dock. Flowers began to fall into the water, as each of us said our farewells. Gerry commented on how the tide was returning Dad to the marina, upriver from where we stood and that seemed right to me.
