Shoe told Silvia to spread his ashes where he could watch people, at least that was her interpretation. Last week the family was here for this occasion and Pepe and family came along.
A tearful Silvia lead us out the malecon and beyond to the rocks at the end of the bay as she sprinkled Shoe's ashes all along. Manuel, Silvia's son, took the last bit of ashes out on the rocks to let the larger part of the Pacific Ocean have them.
The throwing of the wreath was the end of another short story of life here on earth about one of us.
Beginning of the walk
Out past the Malecon
Ashes in the Pacific
End of a short story
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