Vern Gosdin sang, “You don’t know lonely, until it’s chiseled in stone.” For a bachelor, the loss of both parents is the most dramatic feeling of being all alone in this world.
It’s been a few years now since my mother died, more than fifteen for my dad. He is buried in Georgia. My mom chose cremation. I received a portion of her ash remains.
That year I traveled the country, leaving some of her on the beach of the Pacific Ocean at sunset, and the Atlantic at sunrise. Shared her with the mountains I climbed, and the rivers I rafted. She was sometimes with me at golf courses, but I didn’t leave any of her there. Thanks for the unconditional love, MOM.