Freaked out? No, that is so beautiful and appropriate and loving. My 48 year old brother passed away very unexpectedly in March 2011. He was a professional snowboarder and adventurer and he was living and training and coaching in Tahoe at the time of his death. We had him cremated; in part, my sister and I were sure that was what he would have wanted and, second, in more practical terms it was the most reasonable and economical way to handle things. He was a free spirit and, while I know this was unconventional to my 80-something parents, we divided up his ashes and gave small amounts to many of his friends, who have taken him to all the mountains he loved and the beaches he surfed all along the Pacific Coast. Friends took him to special, meaningful places they shared and a few took him to places he wanted to go - including Alaska, New Zealand and the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro (on his 49th birthday). I had a friend take some to the first place he loved in the mountains - Philmont Scout Camp in New Mexico. He's at Mt. Hood, in the terrain park they named for him. He's at Vail, in an out of bounds area we ski by and 'talk' to him. I 'took' him to the snowboard nationals (two weeks after he died) and again this year, leaving some ashes at the finish line of his favorite event and under the podium. I'll take him back next year, as his friends will compete in his favorite event to mark the last year he would have been eligible to race in that age class and he'll be at the start line, finish line and podium. He even rode around Tahoe with my sister and I two weeks ago (in our seatbags) and, knowing he never met a finish line he didn't like, we left him at the finish and in the lake. I still have ashes that will go on 'adventures' with us for a long time. It may seem weird, but honestly, it's been pretty cathartic to think of him out there in the places he loved. I hope someone will do that for me one day. I cannot imagine a conventional funeral any longer.




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