Here’s my dad’s Chevy pickup parked outside its new home—my sister’s place. My dad didn’t care for cold weather and the problems it caused him and my mom, and like him, his poor old truck probably misses the warm sun, green grass and buttercups, as here. And like us, it probably misses him, too.

Ironically, on the day of my dad’s ceremony of the spreading of his ashes, the forecast was for cold and rain, weather he would not have been happy about, and, for days prior to and following the ceremony, the weather was such, but, on the day of…in the middle of what his mom would call “pewy” weather…there appeared a clear blue sunny sky, crisp air, and a welcome strong breeze…just as though my dad had special ordered it… .