Saturday, March 12, 2016
Somehow finding the right resting place is important in my grieving process. In my mind I know it matters little what I do with her physical remains. But in my heart, picking the right piece of ground brings me some small comfort and eases my pain if only for a moment or two.
As I plunge the spade into the ground and scoop out the earth, each shovel full will bring with it a memory of our 13 years together. And with each shovel full of dirt, I will come closer to accepting the notion that she will be truly gone from my life, ....... from this life.
But the time has come. Prolonging her life at this point is not doing it for her. It is prolonging it for me and my wife. Her suffering must end, and today is the day.
R.I.P Stub, I will miss you.