I spread my brother's ashes in a National Forest. It's illegal but so are a lot of things. We placed them on a large rock outcropping that meant something to

I spread my brother's ashes in a National Forest. It's illegal but so are a lot of things. We placed them on a large rock outcropping that meant something to our family, around 10,000 ft of elevation looking out over the fruited plains of this country at the height of summer, on his birthday. A violent storm came that night as we camped below the outcropping, lashing wind and hail and lightning upon our piteous insignificance until eventually heading to lower climes down the mountain slope. The next dawn was glorious in its vibrance and clarity.