Well I had another one of those unusual experiences. I had a memorial service outside, along the edge of the Bow River. A nice display had been set up on the river’s edge. There was a picture of the man who had passed away, along with a few other items. Most people stood around a few chairs where some of the family sat. On the edge of the river was Bill’s canoe, looking as if it was ready to launch. He had built a special platform for his two dogs to ride on so they sat there through much of the service, as if just waiting for him to take them down the river.
We had the service. It consisted of a few tributes, a lot of tears, some scriptures and prayers, and then the spreading of the ashes. Bill’s brothers grabbed the urn and walked out into the water to spread his remains. As I left, the family was still taking their time, crying together and encouraging each other. What an interesting experience!