Laying Dad to Rest

Chris Receives Our Fathers Flag from the Navy Color Guard

Yesterday, we placed dad’s cremated remains in his columbarium niche. He shares the niche with mom and Chris has dibs on the adjoining one. A Catholic deacon presided over the ceremony, a Navy honor guard played taps, quite well I might add, and Chris said a few words in a very moving speech for the family. A few neighbors and Flora were also in attendance. Afterwards, we said goodbye to the guests and went to lunch at the Rio Grill in Carmel Valley, dad’s favorite restaurant. Since he was buying, we all had dessert too. For a change of pace, we drove home up Carmel Valley Road and then took the Laurel Grade over the ridge that the house is on and then back down again to 68 in Monterey. Today, Frank and Kathy left to return home. We will see them again in a couple of weeks, because they have invited us to a summer place that they have rented, up along the coast in Mendicino. It should be fun.

Angkor Wat

Angkor Wat Temple Rubbing

This image shows a rubbing on rice paper of a bas-relief from Angkor Wat, a temple complex in Cambodia. Bas-relief is a sculptural technique where the design is raised slightly from the background. These reliefs are not just artistic; they are historical records depicting daily life, mythological tales, and significant events. The Angkor Wat bas-reliefs reflect the fusion of Hindu and Buddhist influences in Khmer culture. Angkor Wat was originally built as a Hindu temple dedicated to Vishnu but later converted to a Buddhist temple. The complex, built in the 12th century, is a symbol of the Khmer Empire’s power and a major cultural landmark. This rubbing was made prior to the damage caused by the Khmer Rouge during the American Indochina war.

My mother visited Angkor Wat by herself. She traveled from Guam, where we were stationed. She took with her the family’s 8mm movie camera, but after only a few seconds of filming, something went wrong. All we got from her trip was a brief glimpse of her riding an elephant. As a souvenir she purchased the pictured rubbing. As fragile as it is, it has survived the intervening 65+ years.

Yesterday, Frank and Kathy arrived. Shortly afterwards the relator showed up. She was recommended to us, and she lived up to the hype. Everyone seemed impressed. We will try to interview another one, but if that does not happen, this one seems fine. Today, we will be holding dad’s internment ceremony. It will be a short graveside affair, hosted by a Catholic deacon. Family and neighbors will attend. Afterwards we will all adjoin to the Rio Grill, dad’s favorite restaurant.

Carmel-by-the-Sea

Carmel Clint Eastwood Woodblock Image

Yesterday, after I picked Anne up at SJC, we then headed to Moss Landing for a late lunch. Our original goal was Phil’s. This famous fish house has always been one my favorite places to visit. Dad loved it too. Mom not so much, except that Bill Clinton had pardoned Phil for past drug offences. Not so much for the drugs, but for Clinton’s involvement. But as it turned out, Phil’s had moved, lost its liquor license and is a shadow of its former self. It turns out that an underage minor was sold alcohol there, then had a wreak that killed other people. We heard all this at Sea Harvest, another Moss Landing fish house that is still open. Today, the cleaning lady was scheduled, and Anne and I headed to Carmel and Katy’s Place for breakfast again. Afterwards, we walked around town there, checking out the farmers market again and then some of the art galleries. Later, we headed to Pacific Grove and Anne’s favorite yarn store.