THE BEACH:
It
is not quite dusk and the sky has that magical mix of daytime azure and evening
indigo. The skies in this part of the world, particularly at this time of the year,
seem to wrap around you like a cloak. We drive to the edge of the dunes, park
the car, and carry the two buckets across the boardwalk and down to the beach.
The tide is moving out. The wet sand is packed like concrete under my bare
feet. My footprints are deeper than usual, carrying Emily’s ashes with the
metal wire handle digging into my palm. The smell of the tide pools, filled
with periwinkles, seaweed, ownerless shells, and the ecosystems of frail sea
life leave a salty whisper on my cheeks and lips, comforting me with its
familiarity. I smile to myself, wrapped in all this emotion and still looking
like just another quahog digger taking advantage of a receding tide on a balmy
summer night. (Atkinson, 2012)
This chapter is the story of honouring
Emily’s wish to have her ashes and those of her husband, scattered in the
ocean. It is emotional and personal – the ultimate of all requests, carried out
regardless of the inherent difficulty, and guaranteed to create a serious
influence in one’s own book of life. The chapter clearly illustrates that
executorship is much more than banking and beneficiaries; much more than
selling property and cleaning out closets. The executor feels the ebb and flow
of a life over and over again, as she travels through the necessary steps to a
final resolution.