The view from Mom and Dad's bench.
We all leave a small offering when we come up to their bench.
The plaque I made for them and fired in my kiln.
The Bench
When our Dad passed away in 1994 @ 70 and our Mom in 2000 @76, my brother Harry and his wife Jill offered a place on the top of their property for us to place their bench and spread their ashes. We had planted a tree for Dad that first year and Mom hauled water nearly every other day. It didn't live as the horses use that acreage as pasture but I am sure that it gave our Mom purpose to go up to the bench and just think of Dad. Now all of us kids and grandkids have a place to sit down, think about the love, happiness, the good and tough times that we all shared together. We were so lucky to have them as our parents.
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There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings.
~Hodding Carter, Jr.
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