We gathered at a small rural cemetery today in west Pennsylvania, where Dawn's paternal side of the family is remembered, to spread some ashes.
I felt grateful to be here on this first anniversary of my wife's death, especially after managing to miss the flight from Chicago to Pittsburgh and driving for eleven straight hours instead.
Dawn's two girls were both forgiving and supportive, a lot like their mom.
Cousin Pat guided us through winding back roads to Aunt Betty's farm, where we enjoyed home made lasagna and rolls with strawberry jam, family stories.
Back in Portland, Laurie, Elizabeth, Gayle, Chris and Barbara went to the Grotto, then joined others who knew Dawn to walk the labyrinth at Trinity Episcopal.