We went to Point No Point today to say goodbye to Hugh, whose family was going to scatter his ashes at the beach where they had a home.
Jay and I take the Edmonds ferry to the town of Kingston, where Point No Point is.
Puget Sound in the morning.
The neighbors’ house. Yup, folks, it’s a house. Can you tell what this guy likes? I almost want to scream, “Ahoy Ahab!”
Point No Point Lighthouse. Oh how I love lighthouses. But you already knew that.
We found this giant rock on the beach. Jay’s trying to pick it up.
There were millions of these barnacles on the giant rock. I swear I could hear them “breathing.” If you look long enough, some of them move. It was spooky. I asked Jay if we could eat barnacles. He said no.
We saw a deer on the side of the road.
Dee, Hugh’s wife, had us all write messages to Hugh, which we burned in a bonfire.
We toast Hugh. We celebrate his life, even as we say goodbye.
“I asked Jay if we could eat barnacles.” — they dun look that appetizing lor. Must be the chinese roots.
Actually the barnacles look kinda gross. yeuuchh.
i love how the angmohs say goodbye to their loved ones. i’d rather have a quiet one when i go. haha.
i really really really dislike those loud wakes at void decks where people gather to wail about the deceased or to eat kacang, drink beer, play mahjong, and then at night, they hold those rituals with eerie chantings (imo). no offense to any religion or ethnic group – i’m just not used to it.
dot, i like the length of your hair now!
I know they looked gross, but they DID look like mussels. Hucks: Thanks!