<p>When Dad died a few years ago, we scattered his ashes next to the river where he liked to go fishing and then had a bench with a plaque on it to honor him placed nearby (done through the parks dept) Now the bench is in that pretty place, where life goes on and we can go and feel connected to him. Mom says she wants the same thing, and I would too. The thought of a burial, or being stored in an urn makes me very uncomfortable. Actually, shortly after we scattered Dad’s ashes, there was a huge storm and much of the area where we had scattered the ashes was washed away and had to be rebuilt. I thought it was great that he was then so much a part of the world around us.</p>