My two sons took my wife’s ashes to the lake that she played on as a child, and put them in the lake this week. When my wife, their mother, died of breast cancer in 1993, she asked to have most of her ashes put in Bolinas, where we lived, where her children were born, and some put in the lake in which she played as a little girl, in the Adirondacks in New York.  Do to a variety of things that happened around my wife’s death with her brother and sister ,I did not go back East and this did not happen…. until this week.

Then.. my sons, their wives and girlfriends and my grand daughter had weddings in the East, that were near the lake, and they decided to put the ashes in the lake and visit their cousins for the first time since my wife’s death. My grand daughter met her second cousins for the first time, they played and swam in the beautiful lake, like her grandmother had as a little girl.

My older son told his daughter that this was the place his mother, her grandmother fell off the railing and broke her arm when she was seven, this was the place he played as a child…..

And my son told me, if we had taken the ashes to the lake in 1993, in the midst of the family problems, maybe we would not have gone back there again. Maybe…my grand daughter would never have met and played with her little cousins, maybe the family would not have been together again.

My wife did this, she brought her family together after 16 years like she had help keep them together before she died.  She waited until her grand daughter was born, waited and then. Did it at exactly the right time, her ashes did it.. for everyone..

Trust the process, slow, but real. ancestors will act..