Off and on I have regretted giving some of our son’s ashes to his father, because they have been used to bolster a business. Likely his father would not have done that, left to his own devices. I paid for all Rob’s final expenses.
I have seen several “stories “ over the last few years that some of Rob’s ashes are on a ski hill in Mont Tremblant. One or two of them meant to jerk your tears – maybe open your wallet.
Rob was there before his ashes, in a different form, many years ago. He was in my body. I am so happy to have come to this amazing realization: a fine balance. Took a while!
Martin always loved to ski. When I first met him, he had a ratty old pair of skis made of wood, with leather straps. I didn’t have any skis, but would go with him to Brightwood Golf Course, watching while he polished his skiing skills. A few years later he got some better skis and I got myself some. Never really did love it like he did.
Some years after we were married, we moved to Montreal, and I was pregnant, he got some excellent new skis. He was so excited about that.
Being pregnant, not being crazy about skiing, I would go with Mart to Mont Tremblant on weekends, and just watch and wait for him. Same old same old.
It is fitting that some of Rob’s ashes are on Mont Tremblant. The rest are on Mount Norquay in Banff, a place where he actually skied. A lot.
It’s also fitting I post this on February 14, 2025.
Yikes! So long ago!
Isobelisnecessary 