But the November 1 due date has been looming large over us since the day we found out we were expecting. And we knew this birthday was going to be excruciating for Jon, who had been looking forward to it for the first time in decades. We had separated the ashes in half, knowing exactly where we'd like to lay one part in California: At the top of a hill in Jon's hometown, overlooking the downtown area and the ocean. It's one of his favorite places in the world, and the first place he brought me to see when I came out to visit him for the first time in 2005. It's become one of my favorite places, too.
When we arrived, Los Angeles was foggy. San Diego was cloudy. His hometown was misty. Saturday, Sunday and Monday, threats of rain. I was having second thoughts about letting her go, but I reminded myself that we had a small portion of the ashes at home. So Tuesday morning--before we had to leave for the airport--we got up very early and drove up to the cross.
After all that gloom, it was an absolutely glorious morning. It felt right.
We carefully chose a spot with the best view. You can see out for miles.
And there were other little white piles peeking out from underneath bushes. She will not be alone up there. That made me feel better.
We felt at peace. Still, it was hard to say goodbye.
2 comments:
A beautiful place for an angel x x
So beautiful...this made me cry.
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