Requiem

The four of us rode out to Skovshoved this morning and scattered the ashes of Great Grandma and Grandpa upon the waters.  (If you Google “55.763646,12.600717”, click on the GoogleMaps link it returns, then zoom in on the “A” pointer, a little above and to the right of the pointer you will see a little pier jutting into the sea, and that was where I stood to scatter the ashes.)

The picture below was taken staring straight out at the horizon from where I stood.

Requiscat in pace.

Crossing the Bar

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.