We all leave a small offering when we come up to their bench.
The plaque I made for them and fired in my kiln.
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.
There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings.
~Hodding Carter, Jr.