SeaCase Urns

When I first opened this letter to the left from Linda Hartman, I thought I had received a scathing letter of criticism of the SeaCase. My heart was heavy.   I have never been so wrong.  The report of the families service was so touching and humbling at the same time.  It caused us here to reflect and picture the beauty of that memorial.

We have chosen to present this review of  “The Little Boat” in it’s original format.  

Thank you Linda.  Peace to you and yours always.  We are grateful you chose us to help.

Michael

SeaCase Urns, Inc.

Dear Michael,

Attached are some photos of Richard and Verna’s final voyage.  At first glance, people might think…what a shame, it was not a very nice day or they may think it is sad that the boats did not sail side-by-side.  However, every picture tells a story.  These pictures perfectly tell the story of Richard and Verna.

I sometimes refer to my parent’s life together as a tragic love story.  Young and in love they married with all the hopes and dreams young and in-love couples have.  Over the first ten years of their marriage, they enjoyed the births of five children and my father’s rising success in his career.  The years that followed were not as they hoped—many struggles, pain and hardships.  They drifted apart under the weight of the stress and sadness.  They came together for times of joy and celebration.  Through it all, near and far, they stayed together.

So, it is fitting, on that overcast day as the boats launched that they seemed to drift alone.  As the boats neared the buoy, they met up with each other.  My mother’s boat seemed to take the straight and narrow course while my fathers strayed.  Before the boats came together, my father’s sail yielded and fell onto the deck…it was then his boat coasted close to hers.  Once the boats met, they sank simultaneously—together, at peace, at last.

Thank you for providing such wonderfully crafted, one-of-a-kind, biodegradable boat urns.  Everyone was impressed with the boats and ceremony.  A number of family members told other family members to make a note that their wishes are to have a send-off like Mom and Dad’s.

Susan C.

Mike,

I've enclosed some photos from last week Sunday Morning, 8-19.  Please feel free to use them on your site.  The crinkled tissue paper was made to look like red, white and blue paper flowers.  They were glued on top of the boat by spray adhesive.  On top of the mast, we used copper wiring to hold on the tiny Norwegian flag.  Underneath, I placed the ashes in between the two bulkheads and two letters, one from my brother, shaped like an Origami butterfly, and one from me, with a $1 bill in it.  Dad will need it for the trip to Valhalla, anyway.   The canon fuse, all coiled up on top of the tissue paper, was tied on the hemp cord attached to the middle of the boat hatch.  We transferred the boat using the box on the charter and went out to sea. It was me, Peter Dahl, the Charter boat captain, and the boat.  After pouring Ketel One Vodka and Bacardi 151 Rum on the boat, I tried to light it, but found it lit best with some lighter fluid I had around.  After that, it worked, as you could tell from the pictures.  I gave Peter Dahl a copy of the instructions, since he was thinking about making something like this for himself as well.  This is a link for Happy Hooker charters, his business,  http://alakesuperiorfishingcharter.com Peter was a great guy to be with. 

Thanks,

        John Martinson

        PS: As an idea, I asked the Charter Captain to give us the GPS coordinates for Dad's burial.  Once given, I will purchase a nautical map with his exact location and stamp it with a Maltese Cross, and frame the map with a brass plaque underneath.  Just like a shipwreck.  Nice, eh?