It was the first time I heard someone recite John Masefield's poem, Sea Fever. It was also the first time riding the ferry (out of hundreds maybe) to witness a funeral at sea. The family discarded the ashes into the Puget Sound and unlike many funerals this one wasn't somber but really celebratory. As I sit here pondering (much like this family member) of mortality I wonder how my friends and family will choose to celebrate my life. Damn ferry system! Always gotta make a brotha get into his feels and shit. Blessings to you and yours y'all! Celebrate all aspects of your life.