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labelleizzy) wrote2007-10-02 07:13 pm
labelleizzy) wrote2007-10-02 07:13 pm
Scotty.
I've been thinking about my brother a lot the last few days. Nothing like the onset of fall for remembering; to me the crisp cool weather and the grey skies just trigger sad, thoughtful retrospection.
Mom called tonight.
She said that Sarah, Scotty's wife, has made the decision to scatter Scotty's ashes and did it early early early yesterday morning. One factor was that Judy, Sarah's mom, was due to return to her own home, after an extended visit of support and love.
Another factor was that, for Sarah, it just felt right.
Mom reinforced in the phone call with Sarah and Judy earlier today, that it was Sarah's call, that while Jen and mom and I might have had our opinions and wishes, Sarah knew what he'd wanted, and that's exactly what she did.
you have three guesses as to where Sarah went yesterday morning at 5 am to scatter Scotty's earthly remains.
.
.
.
... at a local baseball field.
too appropriate for words.
Mom reminded me of how when Scotty was coaching at Ohlone, that he'd go out and rake the baseball diamond and the grass before the game, wasn't even PAID for it, he just was the guy who'd take care of the safety of his players and lay the chalk baselines down straight. So it was done right.
*nod*
Yeah. It was done right. I can imagine him in a swirl of desert-scented air, I can imagine him being watered into a lush lawn, I can imagine baseball players with the scent of dust in their nostrils and the love of the game in their bodies, triumphantly sliding into second base.
And my brother is there. And he always will be.
Rest in peace, Coach.
Mom called tonight.
She said that Sarah, Scotty's wife, has made the decision to scatter Scotty's ashes and did it early early early yesterday morning. One factor was that Judy, Sarah's mom, was due to return to her own home, after an extended visit of support and love.
Another factor was that, for Sarah, it just felt right.
Mom reinforced in the phone call with Sarah and Judy earlier today, that it was Sarah's call, that while Jen and mom and I might have had our opinions and wishes, Sarah knew what he'd wanted, and that's exactly what she did.
you have three guesses as to where Sarah went yesterday morning at 5 am to scatter Scotty's earthly remains.
.
.
.
... at a local baseball field.
too appropriate for words.
Mom reminded me of how when Scotty was coaching at Ohlone, that he'd go out and rake the baseball diamond and the grass before the game, wasn't even PAID for it, he just was the guy who'd take care of the safety of his players and lay the chalk baselines down straight. So it was done right.
*nod*
Yeah. It was done right. I can imagine him in a swirl of desert-scented air, I can imagine him being watered into a lush lawn, I can imagine baseball players with the scent of dust in their nostrils and the love of the game in their bodies, triumphantly sliding into second base.
And my brother is there. And he always will be.
Rest in peace, Coach.
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My relatives are scattered in the Memory Garden at the UU Church in Walnut Creek. I really need to go and plant something there for my uncle.
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that would be sweet!
(thanks for reading & commenting)
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I love you, lady!
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I gots to see yo' beautyful self sometime.
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((many hugs))