We had Macalester’s burial Sunday afternoon, 5 weeks after her death.
Her ashes were spread between her two favorite rosebushes in our
backyard. I read “Supplication of the Aberdeen” by Kipling and the
story of how Macalester came to our family. Sarah, my 6 year old,
lead the group in singing “A – You’re Adorable”. We shared memories
of Macalester.
Several friends and neighbors attended, young and old. Those who
couldn’t make the “service”, came later for Scottie cookies and to
give their condolenses to Sydney.
I cried a bucket of tears after everyone left. There is nothing more
I can do for Macalester. Nothing. It feels so empty, and the wound
is open and bleeding again. And, of course, Sydney is noticing I’m
not quite right and is acting off herself. I guess we’ll just both be
in the pits of sorrow again for a bit, and then climb back out again.
But, I gave Macalester a good send-off. She probably was arroo-ing in
approval from The Bridge.