On a foggy and cold day at the bridge by the bay… we made his final wishes a reality…
My sister and her husband flew in from the east coast. We all drove up from Los Angeles, the wife and I with the kids. We met in San Francisco. We’d been waiting months to make good on one final request from our uncle…. to scatter his ashes in the bay by the city he loved.
So we walked along the water under the Golden Gate bridge with the wind whipping and a bitter cold coming off the water.. an unusual cold for a late May Day. We found our spot along the weathered chains guarding the water’s edge. One by one we said a couple of words before giving him one final send off. He wasn’t always an easy guy to be around… my sister and I were mostly all that he had in the end having never married or had children… but he was family.
Little did he know… the trip it would be a chance to bring the family together again. It was a chance to continue mending old wounds. It was a chance to continue blazing new trails. We all left the Golden Gate Bridge and went off to enjoy the city… chowder at pier 39, the aquarium, the hotel pool. Time with the wife and the kids, my sister and her new husband.
On a foggy and cold day at the bridge by the bay… we made his final wishes a reality… and reconnected with our family in the process.