Because I don't have my car till sometime tomorrow, me and Tiggs' ashes took a walk to the New Haven Harbor pier. That's where Dad's are. I was able to get Tigg's container open. In my heart, I knew they belonged together. Up in Rocky Hill, he's got my Mom AND his cat with him. Down here he had no one. I know it's sounds bizarre, but I truly believe my Dad now has his best bud with him at his "waterfront" property. No regrets.

A little while after, I could smell Dad's cigar smoke. I pictured him in his favorite recliner with Tiggs in his lap. Priceless.

Love and miss you guys lots. Glad you're together now.