Wearing His Shirt and Standing In My Own Shoes

I have been silent on this blog for a while, so where to begin...
A whirlwind of events and things to do, wondering when and how to create the time to check in with myself to see how do I do?

It's moment to moment, some days better than others, the shock has subsided a bit.

Kanyon has been riding his own wave of course and a brave little man indeed. I have observed him go through anger, compassion, crying, and being strong and bold for his mom.
He is brilliant indeed.
I find Kanyon says often, "Go HOME. Go HOME." when we are home. He says, "Mom, Dad, Mom, Dad" often. I don't want to put ideas in his head so I ask him what he means by, "Go HOME". Sometimes he mentions his dad shortly after...which freaks me out a bit, because of course I prefer Kanyon to stay at home with me, and I fear the thought of loosing him too.
The other day I pulled a blanket from the armoire where Darol's clothes still reside, and Kanyon stopped me from closing the doors and insisted I open them. He pointed to a shirt his dad wore often, which was originally mine, with his little finger pointing and his excited little dance, I pulled out the shirt and gave it to him, " You want your Dad's shirt."  He was thrilled and put it on buttoning the buttons- I had to grab my camera and of course capture the moment with tears welling in my eyes.

When he was complete and wanted to take off the shirt, after running around in it for some time, it was my turn.
Instantly as I swung the shirt around my shoulders I felt his presence strong and his embrace. I sunk into it and couldn't hold back the tears mixed with gratitude and sadness. I settled into the floor and cried propped against the bed, with Kanyon nestling into my lap, saying, "Mom cry."  We comforted each other and snuggled. I slept in his shirt and wore it well into the next day. A day full of dance and emotional movement literally-singing, screaming, jumping on the trampoline, crying, punching the air, kicking, punching the couch (Kanyon joined me in couch cushin punching), until I was completely tuckered out.

This week has been filled with magical moments and a few really needed emotional releases of my own.

I didn't realize when I moved into my neighborhood how many widows were surrounding us. There are no accidents. The neighbors are wonderfully sweet and supportive, forgiving my long lawn and weeds gone wild.

I found myself reminiscing over the loves I have lived, and remembered that I was once engaged to a man who was a fresh widower of only months. So- I know what it's like to be on the other end of that type of relationship, and recognize that I had no clue as to what he may have been going through. I thought he was bipolar, now I question that and wonder if it was simply grief, coming out in ways that I was not equipped to recognize.

I began my starter seeds for the garden and they were looking really lovely, then I left them out and lost them all to a cold, hard, night.

I feel so overwhelmed at times, with duties, emotions, and I have so many wonderful opportunities opening up to me, I feel I barely have time to digest one experience before the next one comes flooding in. I can only describe it as wave that I ride... like an incoming tide, sometimes it is soft and smooth, and at other times choppy and wild leaving me battered and feeling bruised. The wave always seems to find a peace and calm after a bit of a storm, and then I am left washed, strong, and vibrant once again.

I have never felt as alive, vibrant, and numb, vulnerable, weak, strong and powerful, sexy and secure, wild and graceful all in the same day as I have experienced in these last four months since my foundation was shook to the deepest depths and core, on that day he took his final breath.

I am blessed and touched to witness Kanyon as he grows and to recognize and feel grateful for my own growth.

Married?

Over the weekend at a fabulous party, I found myself perplexed when I was asked the question, "So, are you married?" I stood there checking in with myself to find a way to answer this simple question, that in that moment felt so complicated. "Yes. .....Yes. I am." nodding my head slowly, as I reaffirmed that I am indeed married in my heart. The person asking the question came in close, held my hands and with kind eyes asked what I meant. "I am a widow, he passed in January." The response was shock and a hug.

Not a day, or hardly moments that go by that I am not thinking of him.

Yesterday I found myself chasing Kanyon around on one of his riding toys, I was riding one and he another. I rode into the bedroom and turned around to go out. In passing, I stopped at the armoire that holds all of Darol's clothes. Pulled out a drawer and smelled the roses. Kanyon joined me in smelling his daddy, he pulled out a few undies and put them back. Kanyon went off and I stood there with the doors open and held his clothes. I full on hugged them and sank into them as I cried, allowing them to hold me back. I felt Darol standing there and felt him among his clothes.

Kanyon came in and pulled me into his world with a hug and a tug, " Sorry Mom....Come Mom. Come.""

2 am Poem Rant

Am I doing ok?
Am I doing fine?
Wait....Let me check the time.
I am doing, doing, getting things done..
Is this my life? What happened to my hone?
Breathe. Remember to breathe.

A whirl wind rushes in, as I felt it for a moment,
Suddenly I am swept up and away into the next wave moments,
So I ride it, this wave, with its up and downs, 
I can barley keep up, sometimes I fear I may drown.

The Ring, Ring, Bling, Bling,
How did I get myself into this thing,
Is it worth my sweat, my time, precious time,
Is it?
I ask, while I look for my mind.

My heart, and my freedom, time for me?
to be in this life,
I just want to Be.
To Take time to breathe,
to listen to the soft sound of my son as he says, " Mom"... Wanting my attention,
to play and be free, to feel the sand beneath my feet,
Desires To feel again his hug, his skin, and his kiss upon my chin.

Every little detail comes rushing in.
Remembering the sweet sound of his voice, and the taste of his skin.
The way he stood with his hands placed just so,
Tapping the floss as he hands it to me, the sound his feet as he walks in the room,
The ways he sweeps me off my feet and handles a broom.
Yummy treats and things to eat, a Delicious feast whipped up in a jiffy, and no- he wasn't nifty.

I'd mind not -to loose a thousand lids and clean up a thousand more messes, just to have him alive and well again.
I'd give just about everything, every diamond ring, just to hear him sing.

I searched as a small child for ' The World's Greatest Dad',
Bought a broach to give to this man....kept it for many years.
Yes!- I Found this man and Yes I did give it to him,
When our son was born.
He didn't live long enough for our small boy to say
these four words to him and smile with joy. 

Sad But True
Now-What do I Do?.
Will this Blue bird of Happiness come visit you?

I dream of him often, this I do, and it's not quite the same, yet
it will have to do.

Dream land is calling
So off I go- with my little lad
at the nipple,
We are off  hoping to greet him.

As my head meets the pillow, my heart calls to him once more,
as I give thanks for another day that I was graced to watch as my son play.

Living Life In Love- two months since my love transitioned.

Life is still lovely and exciting for me. It has been a busy wave of a time for me and Kanyon. I went into major action creating and preparing the launch of my new website springphotography.com, creating new business cards, and preparing to be the main photographer and vendor/exhibitor at the Ignite Your Spark event by Illuminated Woman illuminatedwoman.com . All this while being a great mom having a bit of fun, and doing some house lovin' from time to time. I did have support from my fabulous friends and family that showed up in times of need to tend Kanyon, come clean my house, assist me in filing backed up paper piles, assist me in my taxes and preparing them, rescuing my clogged drain and leaky faucets, gift healing sessions, assist me in my booth set up and tear down, computer support, web assistance, business card printing, picking up lens rentals, packing and loading the truck for the event (which entailed packing carefully 13 large canvas prints), unpacking and rehanging said canvas prints, ordering me pizza and coming over when I was in total exhaustion and felt like I couldn't do it alone and doing the remaining dishes in my sink, and in many other wonder ways. I am filled with gratitude for the people who love and support me, seen and unseen, near and far. I am filled with gratitude for those who I don't even know and yet they support me by providing me water, electricity, food to eat year round, and  the one who created fun shoes for me buy.

I am in gratitued for the transformative experience of the Ignite Your Spark event and to Angela Johnson who held the vision and space for it to happen. I have had many break throughs with this event. I went in one woman and came out a whole new more inspired, empowered, and fabulous, loving myself woman. It was so fantastic seeing Angela's vision come true and mine as well. I was right there with her envisioning Lisa Nichols at this event.  It was such a blast! I even got to dance when the African drummers and dancers came to perform.
After all was said and done I found myself totally exhausted and sat down in the back of the room to stretch and relax my sore back that had been carrying two heavy cameras for two very long days. My friend Angela G. (different Angela) came and offered a massage to my shoulders. I graciously accepted. I found myself moved to tears and then found another friend in front of me offering a hug. I gave into the release with her presence and let go with a flow of tears. I felt myself then surrounded by women in a cocoon of sisterly love. I allowed myself to release in this safe sacred space to land. It was wonderful to be embrace by these woman and know that this too was ok, that I have a community to support me and embrace me, hold me, and support me when I am vulnerable.  Thank you ladies for showing up for me!

 

Me cocooned by my Sister Tribe. Image by Lauri Cox. What she has posted on facebook about this image and moment:

"I got to witness one of the most beautiful moments last night after Ignte your Spark was over. Two intense days that many are forever changed by. I got to witness many women who got to own there life, revealed their 1st steps to their new amazing journey, many breakthroughs, many tears, much kinship and uniting, amazing empowerment.
This moment pictured, for me, depicts the true meaning of unbreakable sisterhood. One women's tribe showing up for her in her moments of vulnerability and complete authenticity. The woman in me honors the women in you. This brings me such JOY." -Lauri Cox

I am so on fire since this event that I have chosen into starting another business that I am thrilled to share with everyone. This has been getting me up early and keeping me up late. My creativity is on fire! I am also creating a magic space in the room that we planned on using for Darol's healing room.  Opportunities abound.

I am also grateful to a friend Trish Withus of There Is Only Love thereisonlylove.com for the session she gifted me last night in where I was able to receive messages from Darol and have some of my questions answered. It was a delightful experience.

Darol and me in Santa Barbara 2004.
Yesterday was the two month anniversary marking Darol's transition. All in all, a good day, although I miss him greatly in the flesh, to hold, to kiss, to see him, and look into his beautiful ocean eyes, to have his hug and have him crack my back calling me his rice crispy treat,  and watching him love Kanyon and throw him in the air. God how I miss him!

I still feel him today only in a much different way. In fact the morning after the marathon event Ignite Your Spark, at home standing at the stove chopping some cucumber, Kanyon playing with magnets on the fridge, Kanyon says in a slightly surprised elevated tone, "Dad!" I look over at him and I felt Darol move from Kanyon over to me and place his hand on mine, he wrapped his arms around me and held me from behind, just like he would do in the flesh. I know when he is around because I feel it in my body. I feel tingles in my left side from my head to my toes. It felt so good to be in his arms again, I sunk into is embrace and cried. It felt so wonderful and real, just as if he was alive and home again. He communicated to me without words in his embrace how he saw me and that he wanted me to know he was and is with me and Kanyon and that he loves us!

Gratitude, Wishes,& Baby Kisses

I came home late this evening after a wonderful time spent celebrating the 2 year anniversary of a very special group of women entrepreneurs the Biz Divas http://utbizdivas.com/.  I have been blessed to be with the group, and meet monthly from the beginning  and watch it grow and blossom. I have missed several months of filling my "cup" up, and surrounding myself with these other powerful business women, while tending to the immediate concerns of my family and staying by my husband's side on his journey. Something- I am so grateful that I did.
It felt good to be back and to be embraced once again, receiving hugs, loves, wisdom, and encouragement. The keynote speaker of the evening Jeannette Maw http://www.goodvibecoach.com, spoke on perfect topic for me, Intentional Manifesting. There are no accidents. I have been grappling with this intentional manifesting since I do subscribe to it and use it in my daily life, and now that I have been left with not getting what I wanted or planned for, I have been questioning everything, including this intentional manifesting. I had the opportunity to ask Jeannette, in front of a rather large group of women, even though I was nervous and feeling a bit silly, I had to ask, even though part of me, my soul part already knew the answer, my brain wants to have confirmation, and understanding, so I asked, " How does one get back on track when you don't get what you want, like in the event of loosing my husband?" 
Her response was fantastic, and totally what my soul expected to hear, my brain feeling like a dope for even asking since it had been told already by said soul, yet my brain accepted the answer cowering into submission. Jeannette said, "Well, look at the bigger picture. What did you want?"
My response, " To live out my days with him."
"Are you not?" she asked.
"Yes, I am." I felt my whole being knowing that I do truly have him with me and that he really never has left me. " and I wanted it to be with the body." And that is the catch, I wanted it to be in the flesh and it looks very different than I planned, visualized, and anticipated. She went on, "Let's not discount that and the bigger picture." She went on to speak about how sometimes it's easier to have a relationship with someone that's not right in your face or not picking up their socks....and other perfect words my ears deserved to hear.  And in the end I would still rather fight with him over not putting the lids on containers or what ever else we got to fight about.

Added to this post:
I came home and opened my Catalyst from January. I went through and read a few things and went over the applicable information in an article I had read earlier when I reluctantly pick it up feeling like I may not have the time to read it, and the author....Jeannette Maw!  The synchronicity does not end there. I noticed after several days of having this January Catalyst and reading the article inside the cover. Sure enough the painting on the cover is of a man in a yoga pose the Crazy Eight and the piece is labeled Crazy Eight by Laurie Lisonbee, and their are eight's and figure 8's all over the golden background of this yogi. You may say ya so what's that mean. Well it is another Darol wink to me, he died on Jan. 8th at 8 pm. I felt the nudge to grab the Catalyst magazine and almost walked away from it. I am glad I listened. The contents have served me well. It was like he was speaking to me through these articles and people. Check out the Catalyst cover and contents here:
http://www.catalystmagazine.net/component/magazine/?func=show_edition&id=41

Yes- it feels and looks different, and I don't want to discount the magnificence that his passing has offered. I am grateful for the gifts and the relationship that I continue to have with Darol. He communicates to me often leaving little 'god-winks' in the form of numbers and colors, through my dreams, and sometimes through just feeling his presence. It's opened up a whole new awareness of love without boundaries and beyond a body; as well as a true knowing of what is "soul" and that I am not my body.

I did have quite a wonderful day. I received some reiki healing from a wonderful woman of Start with Love http://www.startwithlove.com and it was relaxing and centering, a whole hour and a half of me being able to just be, while Kanyon was playing with his little friend. I picked Kanyon up and spoke to two of my other wonderful theta energy friends, clearing some of the fear storms that have been raining down on me lately.
Thanks to everyone who has been part of my day! I am in deep gratitude for all those who show up to delight, love, and support me and Kanyon.
Thank you too, to Lauri who inspired me this evening by speaking highly of my blog and how profoundly it has affected her, requesting daily updates, inspiring me to type this late night entry. Thank you too, to the many others who have given me feedback on this blog of my days, and how it has affected you. It feeds me to hear those stories and how they touch others.
I am grateful too, to know and hear how many have been touched by Darol, and the celebration memorial flier.
One friend's husband keeps it on their living room mantel, and won't let his wife take it down, it brings him inspiration to live in his joy, he also uses it to teach in his class. Another friend took several fliers for his class. It's really fun to hear and know that Darol continues to live on and in the lives of others serving in a special way. Somehow it makes it all a little easier.


I went to close my blinds and noticed that it's February and I still have my Christmas tree up. And Who Cares! I left it up after attempting to take it down, and getting a clear NO! from Kanyon. He went as far as pulling out the ornaments I had taken off and putting them back up. So, I left it. He is such a cutie and I am so thankful for him in my life!!!  He delights me daily. The other day at grandma's Kanyon came up and gave me a spontaneous long kiss-right on the lips, eyes open and so connected. It was the best gift!


We still make wishes, Kanyon and I. We have had a ritual while brushing our teeth at night of pulling out a candle in a walnut shell, lighting it, making a wish, and blowing it out. While Darol was journeying though melanoma, we would do this wishing, I speaking my wish aloud for Darol's complete and final healing, and Kanyon speaking his wish aloud of, "Dad."  We always have to do it three times. He loves blowing out the candle. All three times, his wish is for Dad.

The first time being home brushing our teeth together and Kanyon insisting on lighting the candle and saying the word "Dad" and blowing out the candle broke my heart, and was so tender and adorable at the same time. I was impressed he had remembered after so many weeks had gone by.  How do I keep wishing, dreaming, and teaching Kanyon how to do so when our big wish-the one that mattered beyond all others has died and the healing we dreamed upon didn't happen in the flesh?

So I just keep on making wishes with him and trust that everything is perfect just as it is. Just like Darol says in his morning greeting he recorded for me as a surprise early last year and put it on my ipod. I still listen to it, and today in fact, Kanyon took my ipod and was playing with it and got it to play his morning greeting, Kanyon loved hearing his daddy's voice and so did I, he replayed it over and over again until I finally took it from him, we had to go, so mommy could be on time for the Biz Divas meeting. He did not like parting from his daddy's voice and cried hard. I held him and kissed him. No worries we both will listen to it often.

Purple Soldier, Crazy 8

Spent the evening over at my mom's house watching movies, while Kanyon played with all the toys, and watched Care Bears. We watched Julie and Julia, a film Darol had downloaded among others to entertain us during the crazy roller coaster we were riding during his disease. My mom had purchased the movie and had not seen it yet. It was a great movie, I love that it is based on two real stories,  it involves a blog, and a love story of  great husbands supporting their great wives. My heart celebrated with the film and broke at the same time, longing and knowing that my wonderful husband, biggest cheerleader, and shoulder to lean on is no longer their in the flesh. The film goes through scenes of the married couples lives together, the things that make it all right, sweet, good, tender, and real, from moments in bed talking before sleep, to emotionally stressed out, basket case, freak out sessions with the wife and the husband being the strong stable rock to find footing and legs to stand strong again.

 

Us in Chicago 2004

   The night Darol proposed to me on the beach with the ring 2004.

I have felt, seen and experienced the dynamic power of committed couples and what they can accomplish together and how they raise one another up to standing taller. As I watched the film, I wonder how I can now stand in my greatness and reach for my dreams now without that strong physical greatness, and stick- to- it- ivness that Darol provided. I know I will be fine- and that I will not do it alone, I have many wonderful people who love and support me, and I won't give up. And at the same time it is not the same, it never will be. The long tender hugs, having him hold my hand, brushing our teeth together, planting our garden, and planning our lives, photographing his beautiful face, feeling him kiss my forehead, and simply walking side by side, I miss it all. My mom said, "You'll be fine, you just will." Bless her heart, I know I will, and I don't want to settle for 'just fine'- I want to be extraordinary, and that's how Darol made me feel, and our love together was and still is extraordinary, I just want him back in his healthy beautiful body, it was much more fun that way.

 

The magical, fairy tale weekend we became an "US"

2002

 

I came home and lay my sleeping baby down in bed. I found in the bathroom tub his purple bubble soldier container with the bubble wand and purple neck string, and a white heart shaped attachment for the string to Soldier, that he received as a gift from one of the wonderful women in the kitchen at the PH Miracle Center, where his daddy was struggling daily to live. How ironic that he got a purple soldier, and what a little soldier he has been through this difficult nightmare. He has blown joy into every area he can and continues to catch the bubbles of joy that float through the air. As I pick up his purple soldier, I know that I too, have been blessed and protected by a purple soldier. Literally, I have worn the color every day since his death, enveloping me in the purple acts as a shield, a protection... I feel of loss of how to put it into words with.

Kanyon says, "Hold me, hold me." often. It melts my heart and we hold each other several times daily. Today we sat in the car before going into grandmas listening to the radio and holding each other as I cried.

Friday, Feb. 5th was the official 4 week mark since Darol's death. The evening prior I was up late, I was drawn to his ashes again and was inspired to photograph the box and his ashes, and hold his ashes. I held them in my hands and wept. My right palm near my wrist felt painful, time stopped, and every sense in me was alive and on point, yet still in shock and disbelief of what I held in my hands. I can hardly believe he is gone from his body and that a month has passed. Time warps.

 

 

The next morning came fast with only 5 hours of sleep. We had friends come over to support us, and we had a lovely celebration. I decided not to do the "To Do List" and give myself permission to play and to just be. I had to remind myself several times to keep my mind from running a mile a minute and from spinning wheels around my lists and things not on the list. I have been keeping myself very busy, perhaps by choice, perhaps not, or maybe 50/50. I find a lot of paper work, and follow up accompany the time after death.

I received a massage from a friend and she shared a wonderful poem she wrote after the death of her lover, it so beautifully described what I am feeling and going through. A line from her poem spoke of the air not being the same, and that it never will be, so the need to learn how to breath a different way was called for. I realized that we share the same feelings and that the peace in knowing he is among the angels, is no real peace, but a deeper longing to see his face, and hear tales of the adventures he is on.

I dream of him often and in my dreams I am relentless in questioning him on why he was not able to stay, and what it's like where he is, and how it all fits. Darol is patient with me and listens, he doesn't answer me, at least not that I can recall. My spirit seems to get it on some level, even though my brain can't grasp it.

Darol's presence is still near. Earlier in the day,  I was searching in his office for a web cam, I  placed my hand in a box feeling around for a roundness, (the box had some other stuff on it) I felt something round, pulled it out and found a black 8 ball. Random, and yet not.

Today is the 8th of February.

 

  

"Puzzled Flight. "

Kanyon is doing very well with puzzles, it is so fun to see him grow. He loves mastering the pieces and figuring out how it all fits together. I too, am working on picking up the pieces of my life and figuring out how it all looks, how it will work out, and where each of them fit in at, knowing that eventually it will make some sort of sense and that the pieces that I am left with are the perfect pieces, no matter how difficult, no matter that this not how I wanted it, they are the pieces that I have to peace with.

The Traces We Leave Behind. What Traces will be mine?

  "Traces Left Behind"

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Love Remains

I have been quiet for a while, dealing each day and moment as it happens. This morning,  I felt much better and more at peace than the day prior. I gave myself some much overdue and needed time to be alone while Kanyon went to play with Grandma and his adoring uncle for the evening. I felt like a new woman after being home alone, and emotionally expressing freely for the evening. I stretched and did some yoga, and I sank into my grief and cried on my bedroom floor, rolling about, feeling like a small child as they do when they are free to tantrum and cry, rattle, and ramble off whatever comes. My body found positions that were bizarre and comforting at the same time. I fully acted out my grief, remembering some coaching I had received to act it out until it becomes funny. I did not laugh, but I did find a place of peace, where I knew I would be ok and that I could be still for a moment, gaining strength, and then tap into that grief again, with the energy it requires to move through it. I cried and moved with it again and cried out my desires to feel him again, Why?..., and whatever else came up for me at the time. I had my music loud, allowing me to not worry about close neighbors .
I paced the halls, the house, did a bit of clean up around my night stand, ended up with Darol's wedding ring, placed it on my thumb for a moment, smelled it and placed it back in my jewelry box, searched over Darol's night stand and picked up every little thing he left behind on it and placed it back where I found it. Went through the drawers in the table, finding love letters I had written to him, his underwear, socks, and many random things you place in your drawer intending to deal with later.
I straightened the bed, and remade the bed with the same sheets, I can't bring myself to change them yet, not wanting to wash away his scent and essence from the last time he slept in our bed at home.
Then I  turned down the bedding and made a joyful display for Kanyon to come home to along the body pillow that rests on Darol's side of the bed.  It included his teddy bear he was gifted from the memorial service, his glow worm, his helicopter, a few books and two birthday cards he has been enjoying.
I stretched and moved some more and then wound up on the floor in front of my mirror where I was able to really look at myself in the eyes and find a place of love for myself, it had been a long time since I had spent that long looking at myself in the mirror. The morning routine with a child allows for quick action, not long looking, pondering, and loving. I realized some powerful stuff for myself. I decided to look at myself as loving as I did when I looked in the eyes of Darol and give to myself the love he had always seen me in. It was empowering.
So, ya, this morning I felt like a new woman again, and found peace and calm. I also felt Darol's presence strong and it was good to have him close again. I sat on our living room couch and felt him curled up on the couch with me. Kanyon played with his trains and pointed to the picture of his dad on the wall and said dad several times; we had a lovely morning together, stretching and playing with play dough, and doing puzzles together.
We decided to go for a walk and take Kanyon's scooter out, just as we were headed out the driveway the mail carrier parked in front of the house, got out, and retrieved a package. I of course stopped and wondered if it was for me. He walked up to me and said, " I have a registered piece for Spring Allen." Handing me the box and a paper to sign at the same time. I saw the return label, Science Care and knew instantly that the box I was about to hold in my hand was indeed the remains of my husband. It was heavy to my surprise, and felt intense. I sat on the front porch with Kanyon and attemped to open the box with my keys. Not working. So into the house for scissors, and quick back out into the sun. I opened it right there in the sunshine on my front porch, Kanyon intrigued. I told him, "this contains your Daddy's ashes". I breathed deeply and time and space seemed to disappear. I first opened the small box. It contained a glass pyramid with an etching on the bottom, " He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times." Kanyon was reaching in the box wanting to discover the surprise. I discouraged him telling him to let mommy.
I then opened the black box labeled with his name and what the contents were. I pulled out the clear plastic bag and held in my hands- the remains of my husband. Ashes and bone fragments. The ashes quite light in color. Kanyon sat next to me looking and poking the bag wanting to open it see what it was all about.  My hands felt hot and a burning sensation. I couldn't hold it for too long. I felt a few tears and placed the ashes back in the box and packed it back up in the shipping box, took it into the house and placed in on the shelf that once held the home grown wheat grass and hope of healing for my husband, and now holds images of him and a few plaques with lovely words, and a few plants. I placed the box of his remains on the shelf with his image, and the image of him is one in which his gaze looks in the direction of the box.
I quickly went back outside and encouraged Kanyon to go on our walk together. I walked. Kanyon scooted on his scooter, and I said, "Come on Scooter Pie", his dad's favorite endearing phase to our little guy.
And just like that, a surreal dream, in where a body no longer exists and the love lingers on. Letting go of a body you've loved so deeply is hard. Receiving the transformed body remains delivered to your door, is oddly comforting and shocking at the same time, reality settling in, and in a way my husband's body is now home.