HES COMING HOME Were the words his wife said to me. His urn would go into the patio garden that overlooked the river he loved.
A RIVERINE ENDING and the construction of this resting place. Basically adding a few before and afters pics to the above.
After a long and courageous battle with ALS, Jim passed away on June 2. His ashes were being returned and were placed in this urn. This Riverine patio and garden are only one of the many things he would leave behind. As with Verle Miner I was with him during his passing. Hospice was wonderful and I played Enya. He didn’t want no damn Mussorgsky! He lived and would choose to die In WA state, one of only three states that allow assisted suicide.
This Thursday’s child has a long way to go on that score. I think Jim would have liked his resting place. Although it is summer this became a winter plateau for myself and this nesting place brings back rich emotional poignancy. Some is painful, as were the last six months — our lives were richly meshed and all that remains are echoing messages. Even the rocks that once proved so tiring, are now part of the story. For someday Chung-He will also be gone and so will I, and the rocks will remain.
and the snow will come
and filter over the footsteps left behind.
Herb Senft — who continues to leave rock offerings with every visit.
For Vallie, I had no clue. A margarita perhaps. While visiting, she ordered a fish combo at a local and incompetent Dungeness restaurant. She bravely ate her meal, but I returned the mussel/rice dish twice and did not re-order. I was a better cook and what was served simply sucked. IMO if you can’t even cook mussels and rice you should close the doors. Actually it should be a honey related recipe as she was one and she accepted my passion and adventures with bees. Old site – halfway down the page. MUSIC gotta add that in for the celebration. Food – drink and music. Now I am cooking, and am ready for next March.
This picture was taken when I left the Santa Cruz Garden Center. So many great employees and friends. She is the smiling one who sits to the left of me.
Please note, I do not name the Dungeness place but the Mexican restaurant in P.A. was Maria’s. I think Vallie would have liked it as much as Jim. Sadly it is no more. They also served good margaritas.
Humans don’t pray. But the world prays all the time.