We went to San Pedro and walked along the beach. The boys said that you used to ride for hours along the coast line. We hiked down a cliff and then everyone took a handful of your ashes and found a spot to set you free.

I remembered when we went to Hawaii. You loved the tide pools, and so I let you go in a tide pool. Hermit crabs scampered across the rocks and the wind tasted of salt (or was that just my tears?)

We miss you, Nik. Everyday.