Dad left my sisters and I a pretty long list of places in Maine where he wanted his ashes spread: lakes and brooks where he fished for trout, hills where he went rockhounding, meadows where he picked blueberries. We started last summer, but it will take us a while to get through the list!
I also brought some of Dad's ashes with me on the hike. I've now spread his ashes in each of the states (except Maine) along the trail; I have some left for the top of Katahdin when (and if!) I get there.
Like I said, Dad would have loved to be out here with me. He would have fit right in. Just like all the hikers I've met along the trail, Dad was a true lover of nature, a friend to everybody, and a gentle spirit. And, in a way that seems very real to me, he has been with me...every step of the way. Here's to you, Dad! Thanks for walking with me.