Dayna Radford

To be cremated

A small gathering with just family and close friends

Triangulation Point, Tillamook, OR, USA

Laugh at all the memories we created together! Tell stories of the stupid things we did in our youth or maybe even as adults together! I don’t want to be remembered going out of this world like a child coming into the world, screaming, crying, and innocent. I want to be remembered like a baseball player sliding into home base, dirty, battered, and bruised, a smile on my face and a drink in my hand, yelling…”Damn what a ride!” Celebrate the GOOD times!

I want to be cremated, my remains taken out of that plastic bag and put into a wooden box or a paper bag! I don’t want to stick to the inside of the plastic bag and have part of me end up in a dump somewhere! I want my family and my friends to go to my favorite spot in the mountains, Triangulation Point. I want my ashes spread over the wildflowers there. I want to watch the sun come up over the trees and rocks in the East and set over the mountains and wildflowers in the West. I don’t want anyone to be shy! Take a pinch of my ashes and spread me on the wind! Just don’t let me end up on the road, I don’t want to go home in the tread of someone’s tires! Jon, spread me on the SIDE of the bike trails please! No going home in tire tread and being washed down the street or into city sewers for this lady, only mountains, wildflowers, and a breathtaking view will do!