Brian had volunteered at the local surf club his entire life. His marriage to Joy was on the beach followed by a reception in the clubhouse. Each of his children conceived after nights which followed long days keeping the surfers safe. It was only fitting that Bruce’s ashes be scattered in the ocean he loved so dearly.
The surfer’s paddle-out ceremony started the day. Surfer’s formed their ring, holding hands, wreaths held between their teeth or around their necks while friends gathered in a silent vigil on the beach. Joy, snuggly fitted in an outrigger bobbed in the centre of the circle holding Brian’s ashes in her hands.
Memories flew between the paddlers and favourite stories took on a new dimension. Only one prayer was offered. Brian wasn’t a religious man. The time came and Joy scattered the ashes just as a gust of wind sprang from nowhere blowing the ashes into the paddlers. Despite whispering everyone heard, “Shit. Brian always was in your face.” A lone dolphin surfaced, a broad smile on its face.
Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFfAW and Goroyboy for providing the photo prompt.