Mary E. Rogers
SACRED PLACE
I took this photograph on May 7, 2005 at the trout stream where Michaela, Zachary, and I went fishing. Seems it must have been someone else’s favorite place too. There is a picture of this man in the wooden frame but it has faded a lot and hard to see.
This small memorial reminded me of Rich. He always said he wanted cremated and his ashes scattered over his favorite hunting spot. I asked him if he thought his spirit would roam with the deer. I was being sarcastic when I asked him.
When he died I abided by his wishes. The day we took his ashes to the mountain, my son stood on the huge rock his dad sat on to hunt, and scattered his ashes. We stood there for a while and when we turned to leave, there stood a huge buck not far from us, just standing there staring at us. It was a good thing. I came away from there in complete peace…
That I had cared for him as well as I could and that I had followed through with everything he asked of me, I would like to believe that God allowed him his wish and he roams with the deer in the forest. One thing I know is that wherever he is he is free from the nightmares and so that is all that is important to me.
©Copyright May 10, 2005 by Mary E. Roger