We had a small fam­i­ly memo­r­i­al ser­vice for my moth­er Liz Klein in the his­toric Rit­ten­house­town sec­tion of Philadel­phia, fol­lowed by a scat­ter­ing of ash­es into the waters of her beloved Paper Mill Run (aka Mono­shone Creek), a trib­u­tary of the Wis­sahick­on. After­wards we all gath­ered at Sazon, a great Venezue­lan restau­rant on Spring Gar­den Street with yum­my chocolates.

Fam­i­ly and friends gather 

My broth­er John reads a eulo­gy. His wife Eileen holds sun­flow­ers she brought for later 

Eileen and grand­daugh­ter Rose 

We move up a tributary 

We pour the ash­es into the creek and peo­ple are invit­ed to release a sunflower. 

Gath­ered on the rocks 

Lau­ra plays on the rock 

Tris­tan in the creek 

Cousin Mar­garet brought a sym­bol­ic Lib­er­ty Bell 

The old paper mill building. 

An old rock dam 

My best friend from high school, Rui, and I take a selfie. 

At lunch after­wards at Sazon on Spring Gar­den Street, cousins Rose and Gre­go­ry dance. 

One of the restau­rant own­ers tells us about chocolates.