Rest

Hello, internet. I'm back from vacation, poised to give you a veritable cornucopia of posting topics.

Okay, so maybe just two. Or three at most.

The real reason for the trip was my grandfather. If you've been following along at home, you'll remember he passed away last May from cancer.

For 30 years, my grandparents vacationed in a town in Mexico called Zihuatanejo. Over the course of the many vacations spent down there, that place became a second home for them, and during the week I spent there I met many of their friends who regard them as family, not tourists.

So this week, I went there with several of my family members to lay his ashes to rest in the ocean.

Two fishermen friends of his took us out to this place, as well of many of their own family members. I was glad to see that he was so well-loved. In this place, my great-uncle, as well of several more of my grandparents' friends have been laid to rest. It is a beautiful spot, just outside the bay, right on the open ocean, and many fishermen pass by this spot on their way in and out.

It was emotional, for certain, but I was glad to be there with my family, and there couldn't have been a better place to lay him to rest, here in the place he loved so much.