As I was packing things today, I came across the ashes of my two kitties. They've been gone for a long time, about 10 yrs for my boy, a few more years for my girl. I also found the memorial box that the hospital gave us; it had my son's little hat/shawl and blanket in it, along with pictures, hand-foot prints, and the letter that my ex-wife wrote to him, as a way of gaining closure.
For years, I've been meaning to find a way to part with them in a way that brought me peace, but let me move on. I couldn't see leaving them somewhere (like burying, or just throwing them out!) so I decided today to have a memorial 'fire' ceremony. I've always felt drawn to the funeral pyre rituals of several cultures, and I thought it would be a fitting way to release them in a way that I wouldn't feel I was 'leaving them behind'. I knew that I didn't want to bring them with me to the new house, because I need a(nother) new start there.
It was a sobering, sad, reflective process, but freeing, and calming at the same time. I hope I'm still ok with it days/weeks/years down the road, but right now, it's done, and I feel at peace.
12:43 p.m. - 2017-09-02
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