Edwin and I spent a long, long day hiking the lakes
and high trails around Mount Baker.
We picked wild blueberries, prayed by ponds
of glacial melt, and languished in the altitude where
I always seem to forget I have ever been ill...
We came across a number of free-standing rock sculptures
to which Edwin added his own touches.
This one really spoke to me.
If we had our way, it is where we would like to have
spread the guinea pigs' ashes but under the circumstances
I am still trying to find strength to wash the bird's nest
out of my hair! They know this is where we will go
to remember them. They also know everywhere we
go we will remember them. They also know we cannot
ever stop remembering them, nor would we
ever want to, for we are all better for their
having been in our lives, our Little Buddhas!
As each one died, I wrapped him or her in my favorite
pillowcase to take to the vet for cremation and have
come up with another 6 word short story:
Broken heart included."