Call the police, I broke the law. Scattering ashes requires a permit most places. Hawaii must have its share of scofflaws like me who come to honor a loved one’s last wishes…but then again, they have ashes in the wind on a regular basis. This story is more truth than fiction. Thanks to Doug for the lovely muse his photo provided.
Word Count: 99
– Well, now you can scatter my ashes with dad’s on Maui this summer.
We were listing the positives of mom’s terminal diagnosis, trying to make the best of things.
– Somewhere near Makena Beach, if you can. You kids used to have such fun there.
Hawaii wove through my parent’s life like a vibrant green tendril, tying together our memories. It was their paradise, their place.
Rising above the clouds as we head back to the mainland, the sun paints their edges with liquid silver. Promises kept, memories honored, we left more than our hearts behind this time.
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© Erin Leary