I took last week off and flew to Germany for a Viking Rhine cruise. I needed to run away for a bit, to try to clear my thoughts (and tear ducts). It helped… for a short while.
I didn’t sleep well last night. Correction, I slept well while I slept. Unfortunately, I was up at 3:30, wide awake… thoughts racing through my head. I got up, took a shower, then vacuumed the car (it sorely needed a good cleaning).
At 7 a.m., I decided it might be a good time to spread Basty’s ashes. It has been a month since his passing, and I felt a driving need to do it. Being so early, it would be a good time as no-one would be on Elgin trail yet, and I would have the privacy to be with it. I chose a spot at the bend of the Nicomekl River, where one can view the boats. I call it ‘Basty’s Point’. It is a place where Basty always stopped to sniff around. Often, we would sit a spell, on the park bench, perhaps photograph the marina.
I spread his ashes on several clumps of Yellow Daffodils. Daffodils typically come out in mid-April, so will be an annual reminder of a special life. Into the urn I placed a copy of the last verse of ‘Seasons In The Sun’, his puppy photo, and the fur I cut from his left ear and tail prior to cremation; I buried the urn between two of the daffodil clumps.
It was a calm but cloudy morning. Just as I buried the urn, the sun broke through the clouds for just a few moments… almost as if Basty was sending his love. A coincidence, I am sure… but I am going with it.
I knew from the day I decided to bring Basty into my life, that parting would be very difficult. And it is.