I flew all the way to Santa Cruz to pick him up. Or I should say to retrieve his ashes. He wanted to be scattered in Monterrey Bay. I couldn't afford it. Who knew that you can't just go down to the beach and scatter someone?
He was born there and he died there and he wanted to stay there. He is now in an urn in my car.
He goes everywhere with me. Just like when he was a living breathing human being. I often wonder if he would be mad or if he understands why he is trapped in my car.
I know he would understand why I don't bring him in and display him proudly on the mantel. He would probably laugh about it all.
He loved a road trip as much as I do and I will take him home someday. Just not yet.
It goes to show that some things really never do change. I didn't know what to do with him then and I don't know what to do with him now.
Dust to dust.
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