Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Angels on the Limberlost
In this area, my husband's ashes mingle with the dried leaves and humus they touched six years ago. This place is slightly cooler than most of the region surrounding it. The sun does not sear the ground because the forest has been decently untampered with. Charity maintains forests, greed destroys them-- and that's an axiom that will be valid for the foreseeable future. Here, my husband's remains have the world he deserved while living, but was not given.
The trees are the most worthy monuments for him, because they evoke angels.
Only that which is truly holy can compensate for the loss of a loved one. And it is this which makes grief itself sacred.