It's not easy to feel sad living in a home with two little boys and a big dog. I don't even have time to change my mind most days!
Poor Mr. Ralph doesn't even HAVE a grave to decorate or tend. I've been thinking of buying a spot to park some ashes for future generations. Boy what a racket THAT is! Buying the niche (does your loved one want a view? Really?????), buying the urn in which to put him. Do I host him in Portland or Maui or both? What about his home town? Or all three?
Or ... should I have him made into a diamond and wear him around? I always told him I found him as a lump of coal and if I continued to put a lot of pressure on him, some day ....
Ugh. Too much to think about and to plan.
Kate and I each have tiny urn of ashes and the big bag is currently in Portland. I suppose it makes more sense to put him to rest here and just keep a bit in Maui with me. It's been two years and we haven't had any sprinklings anywhere!
I just know I don't need a special day to remember him. I think of him every day. The sad days are fewer and fewer. I'm grateful of how many people feel comfortable talking about him. That way I get to remember the good things. When Kate and I are having really sad days, we bring up some of his idiosyncrasies that make us laugh (now).
He is still our hero.