In order to hold on
I gradually understand
How poems are made…
– Alice Walker
Recall September 24, 2017:
Well, I did it. Finally. It was time for Asterix’s cremation.
I pulled my parrot out of the freezer this morning and placed his wrapped body (decorated with a drawing by my nephew) inside an IKEA freezer bag(!) and then placed him in a tote. In all honesty, I have found it comforting to have his body in that freezer, but it was definitely time.
I wanted to do the trip alone, so I didn’t remind the family and headed out to the bus stop, grateful that the weather was below zero.
A gorgeous Fall day.
I carried my buddy, my companion, my secret onto the bus and headed across the bridge.
The herons usually don’t return to the rooftops till February in the West End, but when I stepped outside my apartment with Asterix- I saw three were sitting on the roofs on Chilco Street.
And little birds and seagulls and crows everywhere.
Oh my goodness! Until We Meet Again. Such a sweet place and two cats greeted me! Their cremation services are on site.
Asterix will get a lovely cedar box with a latch. He loved chewing on wood, so I found it appropriate.
I pulled out the angel cards he had chosen to chew on a while back:
Forgiveness popped out as well.
His shrine gives me comfort.
My sweet sweet boy.