The final journey

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 21 20 19 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Three years ago found me in my Dad’s beloved hometown of Memphis, TN to commit his cremains to the muddy waters of the Mississippi river.  I wrote about in a post called “To the sea”.

Brother Keith carries the ashes to the riverside

Brother Keith carries the ashes to the riverside

Where one of Dad's favorite poems was read--Sea Fever by John Masefield

Where one of Dad’s favorite poems was read–Sea Fever by John Masefield

And then we sent him on his final journey

And then we sent him on his final journey

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

 

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