dad's ashes

we were trying to decide where to scatter dad's ashes. the difficulty: there wasn't a single place on earth we could think of that he would have felt attached to. the closest i could come to was the house in honolulu where he grew up. then my niece in ohio inadvertently provided an answer when she wrote on her facebook wall, "ojih-chan has died. i'm going to go listen to wagner's ring." it made perfect sense: either at bayreuth in germany, where they have the annual wagner festival, or in seattle, where the opera performs wagner's der ring des niebelungen every year. i think his version of paradise might have included something like listening to that music forever.