After my Dad died, my sister and I decided to take some of his ashes, put them in little boxes and scatter them wherever we go when we travel. I have only spread his ashes in Kauai so far:
I forgot to take some ashes when we went on our Disneyland/Canada trip, which sucks because Disneyland would have been a great place to do that, same with Vancouver. Oh well. It actually is a good thing that I forgot...kind of like I'm letting go a bit, so that is nice.
Anyway, being that we were traveling through Las Vegas, a place I had not wanted to go, because it has made me really sad and I also hadn't been there since my Dad died...I was worried about my reaction. But there was no way around it, we had to go through Vegas to get to Tempe, Arizona. Sometimes the only way out is through.
I had brought a box of my Dad's ashes and wanted to scatter them on the strip, but there are always so many people there, I didn't want to get my Dad's ashes on people....that is just gross. So the next best idea was to scatter them in the Bellagio fountains.
The view from the fountains, which is appropriate because my Dad took his then girlfriend, Linda to the top of the Paris Hotel tower for her birthday not long before he died:
I tossed in his ashes during the water show:
Now he is part of the water show. So when you see footage of Bellagio's water show on TV, you can now remember that my Dad is part of it now.
My Dad's birthday would have been tomorrow. Happy Birthday, my Popa!