I am working on Mike’s computer, which is missing the “r” key (Avery peeled it off a year or two ago), so I’ll keep it short. My computer’s hard drive melted down and is in the shop.
Did some gardening with the kids (but did more by myself) today. It felt like a combination meditation and mission. I mainly worked on the strawberry bed, which Mike built last year (and which will deliver a half-dozen ripe strawberries in the morning, the first harvest from that bed–thanks Mike), and worked on weeding around trees and blueberry bushes. We added compost and mulch to all of them.
We also added some of Mike’s ashes to the compost.
I am sure this is what he’d want, or at least what we needed to do for ourselves. It seemed natural; almost normal.
It occurred to me halfway through the day that I am burying my husband.
Part of him also traveled to Peru last week. HIs mother, Dinny Bomberg left some of his ashes next to his sister Becky’s tomb.
May they rest in peace.