Spreading the ashes of Bruce Oudes
— June 27th 2015 at Rough Run, West Virginia.
Dark clouds laden with rain roiled the sky’s this morning as my wife Deanna and I drove from Harrisonburg, VA to Rough Run, West Virginia where I remember the farm Bruce once owned is located. It had been 23 years since I last visited that farm with Bruce. We couldn’t find Delta Road which was the last address I had and it appeared all the post box numbers had been recently changed. A lot can change in 23 years and I could not recognize anything that resembled Bruce’s farm property in Rough Run.
We found a field near where I believed the farm must have been with a stream that may have been the one overflow water from the spring used to flow. This is where we decided to leave Bruce’s ashes.
I had never been called on before to spread a friends ashes so I wasn’t sure what the tradition was. I decided it would be whatever we thought Bruce would approve. I began by reading the Lords prayer. I then read Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 “For everything there is a season, And a time for every matter under heaven; A time to be born, and a time to die………..”
And then a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
“Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow………….
Bruce throughout most of his life was a fighter for his ambitions and dreams. An appropriate song I thought was Frank Sinatra’s “That’s Life” It’s always inspired me and I played the CD as rain sprinkled down on the verdant farmland of Rough Run.
And finally that great Vera Lynn song that we all relate to…
“We’ll meet again don’t know where don’t know when. But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day….”
It was just a few days before June 22, 2014 that Bruce died.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
— Don and Deanna North