I’m feeling congested in my lungs and head,

this my second bout of Covid,

4 vaccinations not withstanding.

So I figure this is a good moment

to leave some suggestions for when I’m dead.

(You know, to avoid the inevitable familial confusions…)

This is not a list in any order of personal preference.

The first could be as acceptable as the last.

It is a list of convenience, with options,

in a generally aquatic mode.

TO WIT:

THE PARKING LOT AT OLIVERS IN SOUTHPORT, NC, – OUR CHEAP DATE SPOT WITH JERSEY MIKE HEROS BY THE MOUTH OF THE CAPE FEAR RIVER. NC.

THE BRIDGE OVER LOCKWOOD FOLLY ON ROUTE 211 NEAR ROUTE 17 IN SE, NC.

THE KAYACK LANCH ON THE INTRACOSTAL AT WATER-WAY-PARK, SAINT JAMES, NC.

THE KAYACK LAUNCH ON 41ST STREET, OAK ISLAND, NC.

THE WATER PARK ON THE HUDSON RIVER IN HIGHLAND, NY.

MY SISTER BRENDA’S CREEK IN THE PASTURE OF THEIR FARM IN IRASBURG, VT.

THE CITY BEACH AT THE END OF CROSS STREET ON CITY ISLAND, THE BRONX, NY..

THE POTOMAC RIVER AT THE BEGINNING OR END OF THE BILLY GOAT TRAIL IN MD.

These are the places in my memories where I would be comfortable

if someone were to be kind enough

to sprinkle all my ashes, after.

NO DIVIDING OF ASHES, PLEASE!

AND NOT IN THE WATERS AROUND HUNTERS ISLAND, NY!

That’s my fathers resting place now

and while I did love him in the end,

I would not want to pass my rest-before-eternity with him there!

(Although, it would be fun to watch the face of a devout atheist at the moment of his resurrection, something I am sure a loving God would never deny to a father like mine, if only for the humor of it! Dad was a great teller of jokes…. Back at ya, Pop!)

So,

If Nancy, and probably Cara, Brenna and Brandon but probably not Michael, as I am a realist,

or Brenda and my various nieces, nephews, grand and otherwise,

or any of the OL’ GEEZERS WHO LUNCH who are still around

or any former AUC, GNYA, TA, or HHS students or colleagues

OR ALL OF THE ABOVE AND ANYONE ELSE WOULD LIKE TO PARTICIPATE,

may indeed Do so!

Just dump ALL MY ASHES,

have a swim if desirable,

(although beware the Potomac current during the Spring melt)

and enjoy the

rest of the day in fond (i hope) reminiscence.

I will be, over time, of course, making my way to the Atlantic,

my original home…

What happens after that…?

‘Well, that’s up to the Spirit,

and no one else.