Saturday, the family

When we left the motorhome Saturday morning, it had been raining all night and morning.  "Oh well," we all said, "what's a little rain."
By the time we got our first glimpse of the ocean we saw that the sun was clearly shining in the middle of the bay.  Hope! 
When we all met up in Monterey the clouds could only be seen on the horizon.  What breeze there was, was warm and gentle. 
I think the last time my family was all together was when my father died back in 1989.  We met then, on a boat, but in the San Francisco Bay, about 75 miles to the north.  I know we have all had the thought that perhaps this will be the last time we're all together.  But maybe not.  Maybe we can be better about making that happen.
Once we motored out, offshore of Lover's Point, the captain turned the boat into the wind and we shared in the scattering of ashes.  We tossed out ginger cookies (her favorite) and flowers, and as the boat circled the ashes & flowers, we saw a school of jellyfish bobbing in the water.  Within the circle there were two harbor seals that leaped out of the water, the sun glistening on their wet bodies.  It was just magical!
It was like she was telling me that this was right.  Perfect, in fact.  Thank you.