I spent the weekend at the Kelly/Archer cottage in Bobcaygeon. Although the weather was awful, we had a good time as usual and I scattered some of Clint's ashes there. When we were at the cottage last year, he planted a silver maple tree because he felt blessed that his treatments were going so well and that's where I scattered them.
Next week Karen and I are going to Regina to deal with things that need to be done around Edith's death and I will take some more ashes and scatter them there, as he had prairie roots.
He sure gets around-he loved to travel and I think he would be pleased to be in so many places!
Stay tuned.

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things. Henry Miller