I went and picked up Clint's ashes from the funeral parlour this week. Some of them are in a clay pot that I made in pottery classes. It's a bit lopsided and the lid doesn't fit that well, but I think Clint would approve ( I can see him smiling that impish grin of his!) The rest are with me too and I don't plan to do anything with them until the spring. I thought I would scatter them in some of the places Clint loved-the Leslie St Spit and Brickworks in Toronto and maybe somewhere in the prairies and on Vancouver Island where he spent many summers as a child. If anyone has any other suggestions or would like to be a part of the scattering, please let me know and I'll try to include you.
The house seems very empty without him, but his spirit is still here helping me to fill the space his physical self left empty.