Family Left Me Out of Spreading My Daughter's Ashes

The author spread her hubby's ashes around the world.

Inside hours of my 40-year-erstwhile married man'south fatal heart attack in 2009, it dawned on me that I would have to accolade his cremation wishes. Actually, my words to his best friend were slightly less respectful: "Oh fuck, Alberto'south gonna brand me cremate him."

At 34 years former, I'd attended more than 30 funerals simply the conclusion whether to coffin or cremate had always fallen to someone else. Even as I heard myself saying "cremation" to the funeral director, my widow brain was already panicking about the deathiversaries and birthdays ahead. I was used to releasing my grief through visits to cemeteries or crash sites. What sort of ritual could be had if your husband died in the bed you shared and his ashes reside in your apartment?

The ritual found me a few months later on. My suitcase was open, and I was attempting to pack for the annual Fourth of July trip we had always taken to Lake Winnipesaukee. A favorite cousin was accompanying me, but I felt overwhelmed about visiting Alberto'south "happy identify" without him. It could have been the shut proximity of my suitcase to his urn or the six-pack my cousin and I had consumed, but I suddenly realized I could take Alberto with me.

I brought a few tablespoons of him to spread on the lake and a few more to Miami, his birthplace, a calendar month subsequently. Since and then, I've spread his ashes in the Bahamas, Brazil, Connecticut, Cuba, England, Hungary and Texas. Trial, error and variables like wind accept culminated in a list that I promise spares you the learning curve.

one. There will be bones. When I unscrewed the urn containing Alberto's ashes, I expected a minor box of soft campfire ash. I encountered a plastic bag with vi pounds of coarse sand and sharp bone fragments. Not sure if annihilation prepares yous to see someone you beloved reduced to a bag of cement mix, just the knowledge that cremated remains look nothing like ashes is a starting point.

ii. Old only? On the Quaternary of July 2009, I didn't realize that spreading Alberto's ashes around the earth would go my grief ritual — nonetheless I instinctively took simply a few tablespoons of him to the lake. Ask yourself if this should be a one-and-done anniversary? If you move to a new city, would it be meaningful to scatter ashes nearby? Would another family member want to proceed some for herself? If your answer to whatever of these questions is "I don't know" or "maybe," don't release all the ashes.

3. A skillful friend + a Ziploc bag. If you lot make up one's mind to scatter just a portion of the ashes now, ask a close friend who isn't nice to come over before you transfer ashes into a sealable plastic handbag. The reality of what you lot are doing may trigger strong emotions, then it'south smart to have a pal who can either take over the transfer or support you through the process.

4. Keep calm and pack a comport-on. Imagine flight to your ash-scattering destination and discovering that the baggage containing the ashes never fabricated the trip. This happened to me — many thank you, Ryanair! — and aye, I'm still grumpy about it. Learn vicariously through me and acquit on.

5. Site see. Even if you take a place in mind, build in time to picket culling locations. I was sure that Plaza de la Revolución in Havana was the perfect spot to spread Alberto, but up close, this historical site had all the ambiance of a parking lot earlier the bandy meet sets up. If your first pick is underwhelming, keep looking until you attain a place that gives you lot goose bumps.

six. Blossom ability. If you're releasing ash into a body of water, buy or pick fresh flowers to release in tandem. This enables you to visually follow the ash catamenia and makes the anniversary slightly less melancholy. De-stem the flowers in advance and place them in a sealable bag with a wet newspaper towel.

7. Photographic retention. I shoot photos of the blossom and ash floating on the water so relatives who aren't nowadays can share the feel. Besides considering I want to retrieve the exact slant of low-cal, dusk or bird formation unfolding in this moment.

8. Stand upwind. Getting ash in your optics or stuck to your lip gloss isn't what y'all desire to recall well-nigh this anniversary.

ix. And speaking of sticky. Ash sticks to pare, and when your hands are covered in your loved i'south ashes, wiping them on your jeans might feel a tad disrespectful. If you're releasing ashes somewhere without like shooting fish in a barrel access to water, bring a canteen of water and dry paper towels for clean-up afterward.

When I began scattering Alberto'due south ashes, I despised everything about cremation. Time and travel have shifted my perspective. By bringing a chip of him to scatter in familiar or foreign places, I tin can admit our past and include him in my present tense. It's become such a cardinal part of my grief journey that I've seriously considered altering my ain funeral arrangements from burial to cremation. It requires no stretch of my imagination to hear the glee with which Alberto would've said "told you and so."

Tré Miller Rodríguez is the writer of "Splitting the Difference: A Heart-Shaped Memoir" and the pop Tumblr WhiteElephantInTheRoom.com. She is an honor-winning copywriter whose essays take appeared in The New York Times, Marie Claire, Manhattan Magazine and on the Huffington Post.

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