Posted on Facebook after the ash dive, celebrating my son, John Rogers, and his life:

Photo by Raymond Adams

When a baby is born, a mother has to let him go, after listening to one another's heartbeats for all those months. When a son grows up, a mother lets him go again, as he enters the world to become his own man. One thing a mother never expects is to have to let him go when he dies. I've done all those things, and I'm not the only one. However, today, I was able to set him free with the help of his wonderful friends, and I was able to experience a little of the joy he knew when he flew through the air with them. Thanks to all of you -- there are too many to mention -- family, friends from all parts of his life. You made it hurt little less. June 23rd 2012

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