The night before my Mother had asked the tour guide if we could release some of my Dad's ashes while on the raft. The tour guide answered, "You don't ask, you just do."
The next day, when we arrived at the river, he asked my Mother if she was ready. At first she was confused but then it dawned on her what he meant and said yes. He made sure she got a seat at the edge of the raft. It was perfect too, as we had a seat between each other then and in the full sun that was very nice.
As we slowly travelled down the river, with our Polish pole masters directing the boat and our tour guide translating their stories, we reveled in the 180 year old history of this activity.
Then my Mother reached into her purse and slowly released some of Dad's ashes into the river. She did this about 3 times and it meant so much as my father’s mother was from Poland and it felt good that he was able to travel there and now become apart of the earth there.
And there was no doubt that Dad was with us as my photos show so many sun beams in all the right photos.
I am so proud of my Polish heritage and am forever grateful my Mother and I were able to go on this trip. This release of my father meant so much to both of us. I am grateful for every blessing.
