September 19, 2018. A birth day. A solemn day. A day of remembrance.
We took him to Mount Baker, to the place of happy memories and connection. To where we learned what family means, what family is. Just the four of us. The four of us and the box containing the physical remainder of him – his ashes.
Ashes to ashes.
I’m so impressed with our children. So in awe of their strength and their love. So proud. He would have been proud – he is proud.
I felt him there with us. He wasn’t in the box. He wasn’t in the ashes. He was in the silence. He was in the wind. He was in our hearts.
We set him free and we kept him. He belongs to the planet – he resides in us. The wind carried him home and the silence sealed him in our hearts. Forever.
And out of the ashes…
We are strong. And we will remember. And we still love. Xxoo
Comments (5)
Hi Elva,
I read your blog regularly. I am so very sorry for your loss.
I wanted to let you know that your writing really resonates with me and sometimes your words touch my heart so strongly that I have to stop reading, and then reread at another time. You have given voice to some of my own experiences with loss of family members. In one of your posts you wrote about your misgivings, that perhaps you could have been kinder. But it made me think that if I were ill I would want someone like you with your warrior strength by my side. I am writing to encourage you to keep writing. You have written that the act of writing and voicing your thoughts is helpful. Please know it is helpful to others too. For example, even though I don’t respond in writing, or give a “like” as it doesn’t always seem appropriate somehow, your words are heard and thought about for many days afterward.
With much respect,
Jaye
Thank you Jaye – your words will be thought about for days as well. I appreciate your encouragement – this is a rough road…
Absolutely beautiful!
Oh Elva!
That was beautiful!
Stoelers strong!
Stoelers strong…. ❤️