Tonight we went to the beach to watch John's brother's ashes be scattered at sea by plane. It was such a beautiful experience.
The sun was setting behind the islands, the sky was clear, there were over 50 people all standing in silence at the shores edge as the plane flew by and made a complete circle around us then came back around and we watched from the shore as his ashes were released into the air like a stream of smoke that fell to the sea.
We all watched as the plan returned, tipped its' wings and dropped what looked like hundreds of butterflies falling from the sky. After a few moments, rose petals began to wash up on the shore as the sun turned a brilliant shade of red. Family and friends gathered rose petals for keepsakes. One last memory.
It was a wonderful night for his last flight.
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Sounds wonderful; now I see what made you and John leave so quickly. "Was it something I said?" I thought.
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