Seven years ago today, at sunset, the ashes of my mother and my aunt were scattered at sea. It was a misty evening — with fog and rough waters. Having grown up by the sea, it was the final request of each sister — with the hope that the waves would guide their ashes from the Atlantic shores of their adopted country to the land of their birth, along their beloved azure Mediterranean coast.
They are deeply missed, but we know — deep in our hearts — that they are Home … and at peace.
“As we return to the earth and sea from whence we came, Divine Creator of all in heaven and on earth, we bring before you these last earthly remains, returned to you, to do with as you will, and to set free for all eternity; and to remind us that forever they shall live in the wind and the waves and on the earth in substance.
Even though the spirit is already with you, we ask that you receive these ashes of the one that you created, that you might create again from them life anew.”
— Prayer for Scattering