For the first time since last Christmas we are all together; Snowman came home Friday, and #1 Son arrived last night. Today, six months to the day after her death, we buried Molly's ashes in the backyard. We planted a rhododendron above them, in a partly sunny, partly shady corner of the yard, just under the kitchen window.
The blossoms will be white.
We thought a long time about what to do. Scatter the ashes? Bury them in the woods where she liked to romp? I wanted her to be at home, which led to a discussion about the proper place and what to plant.
On the way home from the plant nursery, LP said, "Now you will never want to move."
And really, I don't.
But when that day comes, as it certainly might, we will know she became part of the earth in one of her happiest places, enjoyed in snow and sunshine. In the spring she seemed to smell the roots waking up and would dig around the hydrangea to find them. In all seasons she tucked up under her favorite forsythia. And on a sunny day you could find her around the corner, seeking the shade beneath the kitchen window.
Today we remember her spirit and her charm and her naughtiness and her love.
Thank you, Molly, for being part of our family.