Ashes spread by family in a few favorite places: Minnesota lake cabin we went to every year, Maui, family farm and the tailgate lots at ISU.
Or...if there were a gravestone: Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, wine (or beer) in one hand, chocolate in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming, "WOO HOO, what a ride!"
Or...if there were a gravestone: Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, wine (or beer) in one hand, chocolate in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming, "WOO HOO, what a ride!"