My sister Libba looks off at Penobscot Bay from the town beach on Islesboro. Just about a year ago she scattered our father’s ashes off this beach, as he had requested her to do. To the right in the picture, her husband Simon and my sister Lee search for a pipe of my father’s that Libba had left wedged deep down in a rock crevice as a kind of memorial. Simon had found it a few days earlier and carefully replaced it, but when we visited the beach this time, it was gone.
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