Friday, August 8th:My brother and I borrowed some quads and headed for Monument Ridge where we were going to finally lay my Dad to rest. My Dad wanted to be cremated and although that was a hard one for me we honored his wishes. My brother Richard decided on just the right place to spread his ashes but the only way to get there was on quads. It was a little rainy and Richard and I were a little concerned as we had waited for quite a long time to make this trek to Jackson. We drove as far as we could in the truck and then he unloaded the quads.Now...I am no sissy..not by a long shot...but these "roads" and I use that term very loosely...were rutted from rain and VERY primitive...I was a bit nervous but didn't want my brother to see it so I acted like this was just another day in the park for me! I kept up with him quite well and soon lost all concern when I started to look around and appreciate the shear beauty that was around me!After reaching the top of the bluff I began to weep at the magnificence of our Heavenly Father's creation. The pictures do NOT do it justice.
My brother took off on his quad for some quiet reflection and so I took my Father's ashes in my lap and sat and prayed. I asked my Father in Heaven to bless me with his spirit and asked him to please allow my father's spirit to be with my brother and I. I wanted to know that my Dad was happy with the spot we had chosen for him and that he was aware of our love for him.
Richard returned and we reverently release my Dad from his urn. We both wept as we watched his ashes catch the wind and spread on the mountain he love so much.
As we stood and reflected on our Dad a small bird flew in and landed in between us and our quads. He was not frighted of us in the least and did not flinch as we walked toward him to get to our transportation. He stuck right with us, following us as we prepared to head back down the mountain. We both new that this was not just some freak occurrence but recognized the Lord's hand in letting us know that our Dad was with us and that he loves us. As I mounted my quad the bird was right at my foot. He just looked up at me when I started the motor without flinching. My Brother instructed me to just go ahead and start down the mountain...I did and didn't look back. When we arrived back at the place we had left the truck Richard told me that the bird followed me, flying just behind my head for a few yards before taking off.I am SO very grateful for a loving Father in Heaven who listens to us and answers our prayers.
This trip was one of the MOST spiritual, magnificent and glorious events, second only to attending the Temple, that I have ever experienced in my life.