Photo by Pam Vaughn |
This year Pam invited her granddaughter Ana up north for the fishing adventure, and whenever they came to a special place, together they cast some of "Pablo's" ashes over the water.
At last spring's memorial for the late Paul Matthies, Pam said she would be doing this. We're glad she did it. Paul is at peace. Now his memory safely rests where the northern breeze slips through the pines, the loon calls out across the evening sky, and long, long after the little fishing boat has purred away into the twilight, you hear its gentle wake, softly reaching the sandy shore.