I spread Jesse’s ashes this past Saturday.  Well, that was the idea.  What actually happened was a series of metaphors that I cannot and still do not believe happened.

You see, I was ready.  I had been ready for about a year to do this, and really ready for about six months. There are a lot of reasons for this. It is such a complicated grief with him that I vacillated between honoring his wishes (which thankfully we talked about after we got married) and taking him out back, digging a hole, dumping him in, pooping on it, then calling it good. Yeah, I know, not one of my more glorious and compassionate thought processes. I figured being in the mostly anger stage of grief recently, I better get him out and honor his wishes. Another reason, in order to allow new energy to come in, you have to let go of old. That is another post for another day.  Let’s just say about six months ago, I got there. Continue reading →