So, this evening I threw my dad off a bridge.
S'ok. He actually wanted me to. He always said he wanted his ashes spread on the 405 Freeway, where he literally spent years of his life in traffic for his job as the Western Regional Manager of Pfizer's hospital supply division.
I also left some of his ashes at the corner of the property where my folks used to live, and earlier this afternoon I dug a little hole in the grass at my mom's grave and poured some of dad's ashes in there.
My job is done.