We hiked in about half a mile in the mountains above Nederland to a place called Long Lake (Leann and husband Pete, Kent and wife Diane and their two youngest, Zoë and me). Just below a field of wildflowers, beside a swiftly-flowing stream is where I spread Peggy's ashes.
It's a place Peg probably loved the many times she hiked this area in college.
My hands were shaking as I opened the box. Another emotional hurdle. So thankful our friends, who were so close to Peg for so many years, were there with us.
The grey powder that was Peggy's body, cast in and near the stream, will eventually wash into the lake and become softly embedded into the silt. A final rest after a long, tiring journey.
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we are thinking about all of you this week. The photos are beautiful, the area looks just lovely. Thank you for continuing to share this journey with all of us.
Hugs & love
Jill & Mark & Lily & Matthew
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