The funeral home handled most of the details, shepherding her through the visitation and cremation so she only had to point or make simple decisions. Dylan had stayed at the bed-n-breakfast to manage things for her, and Mia shadowed Rebekah’s every move. She’d have to thank them. Sighing, she filed that thought in the back of her mind to deal with later. His will had left specific instructions for his ashes. The pewter urn was cold in her hands as she walked down to the beach and into the water. Standing up to her thighs in icy November waves, she traced the outer rim of the urn. A life should amount to more than a bit of grey dust. A wave drenched her middle, greedily pulling at the urn and nearly ripping it from her arms. She shivered. Some faint pink clouds lingered on the indigo horizon. Soon, night would fall and the first stars poke through the veil. When she was a girl, her father had said those stars were each a lighthouse, their beacons shining down to give hope to the world.
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