A Handful of Ashes

Before my friend died, his sister had a romantic notion - she wanted all of his childhood friends to receive "a handful" of his ashes. She wanted us to go on one last adventure with his ashes, and at the end of our journeys, wherever it took us, she wanted us to release his ashes, and then write about it. 

However,

My friend was buried. Not cremated. (Long story.)

And so my journey with him never took place.

But,

I've decided to write about it anyway as though a handful of his ashes were with me,

Today,

Now.