We laid Michael to rest today.
We’d talked about this event off and on since a few months after we brought him home, but it never felt right. J. said he envisioned a beautiful day, and today was that for us.
I thought it apropos that today was Easter Sunday, the day God conquered death and rose again.
I know Michael wasn’t in that little, blue bag of ashes. I know he hadn’t been here on this earth since J. watched him pass on the ICU table. But I really liked laying him down on Easter. I liked the homage to where he’s been since he left us: enjoying a beautiful life after death in Heaven.
But as we laid him in the ground and I looked at the beautiful Spring around me, I still cried. I miss him terribly, even now.
J. said a prayer when it was all I could do to catch my breath, and the final words were: “May we know each other when the time comes for us to meet again.”
Pieces of myself I didn’t know had been in motion stilled, and I felt a tiny bit uplifted as we walked away. Life has been pretty damn rough lately, these last few months have been a struggle. But on this day of Rebirth, with the new Spring all around me, I felt calm.
This isn’t all there is to our lives.
There is so much Love, and it transcends death.