white, my friend Suzanne, who was Rich's fiancee and lost her mother when she was 15, gets them at random times. She finds them on her car, on her porch, they float down to her as she's hiking (she's an amazing hillwalker), once she even found one in her locker at the gym.
She has her mother's ashes still with her, and puts them all in her urn along with anything she finds on her travels that she thinks her mother might like. When she was in Scotland, she found some beautiful bits of rare-coloured seaglass (I'm a seaglass hunter, and believe me, finding a red one or cerulean blue piece is rare here, but she found both). She also writes little notes to her and puts them in.
Rich's ashes were scattered - Rich didn't understand the taboo around death, either, and, being a high-end traditional climber and alpinist, was well aware of the risk his passion carried, so made his wishes clear - on the wind on the trail to Pear Buttress, before The Diamond, a rock formation on Long's Peak, Rocky Mountain National Park. He'd say that he actually wanted them scattered at the lake at the base of the peak itself, but as his mother would be unable to make the hike, he chose that instead.
His ultimate goal was to climb The Diamond and, two weeks before he died, he did, with my ex. It's such a comfort to know he fulfilled that dream.
It's illegal to scatter remains in the form of ashes in US national park, and sure enough, we got found out. A ranger showed up and threatened to fine us all. A wealthy friend ushered him to the side, whipped out his cheque book and paid a $3000USD fine to the parks service then and there, then we were left to get on about our business. :)
I send his mother a card for his birthday every year, and she's been such a rock to me. As she puts it, 'He was my son for 32 years, he didn't stop when that car left the road.'