bury my father's remains

My father, Robert Ray Self, born in the Ozarks of Missouri, On I believe the date of Jan 1st, 1947. He died at the age of 59, on or about June 30th, 2001? I don’t have all the dates exact, as I was not terribly close to him, and I always seem to get the birth and death dates off somehow. Some weird psycological block I suppose, on my part, or just the fact that I am terrible with numbers in any sense. Do I dare admit that I have a mathematical weakness? My father was a mountain man, a logger, a legend in the U.S. timber industry in the 1970’s and 1980’s. He was a carpenter(Well…,sort of..,all he ever really built were ramshackle homes though they were undeniably “homey”, quite reminescent of something you might find in the Three Bears children’s tale, you know, a cabin, where the unlucky Goldilocks falls into a slumber.).., he was a published Author, “A Wicked Current”, 1999, (once again, I think that’s the date). Buffalo Mills Press, (available at Amazon.com), he also had four, possibly five daughters here in the U.S.A., by his beloved wife, Franciene Anne Self (formerly Fran Fitschen). He was a Navy man, and had served as a special forces S.E.A.L…, though he refused to talk about that portion of his lfe. He is gone. I miss him. I have a lock of his hair, as do my four sisters, (Oh, off on a slight diversion, I feel I must mention..,he also has an adult son by the name of Dave Ed Self who goes by the nomiker of “Bucky”, I have no idea where that nick-name came from). I believe I very well may have several half brothers and or sisters in Vietnam too, they, if they are still alive, would be about thirty-nine or so years old. Anyway, My wicked step-mother who is by the way, just nine years my senior, she had my father cremated before we (his children), could veiw his remains, even though we all rushed to be in Missourri a few hours after his death, by then it was already too late! She said it was because he was an organ donar and therefore they had to harvest everything,a nd quickly, and that there was no body left to veiw. Soon after that,she abscounded with what were supposedly his ashes. We, his adult daughters, may never be able to lay him to rest. We have never had a funeral. Perhaps he is not dead at all. HE did have a habit of disappearing on us in the past. Yes, I do recall several unannounced, long, overseas ventures. He was a full fledged boat captain and nautically skilled sailor. Nevertheless, my sisters and I would like to bury the locks of hair the coroner saved for us. We just are somehow all stuck wondering when and where to do it. It was so odd that there was never any funneral.., strange life, stranger-still death.