October 27, 2013
Back now from a trip to the Lower 48 to see family before
winter sets in, & returned home to find that Kristin’s grandmother passed
away just after the entire family gathered & then dissipated. But how curious
a thing, to think that whereas a funeral tends to gather & congregate
mourners all under the cold pallor of death, in this case, everyone came
together to celebrate life in advance of its cessation. She was cogent, alert,
conversational, with a warm & smiling countenance during our visit. The
family raised their glasses to her birthday & six others besides, a
graduation, an anniversary—to the accomplishments & milestones of lives
well lived. & maybe the silence upon our departure was like the deep sigh
when the last guest steps out into the night & the door closes on a warm
home. Maybe it was like the last glance out the window at the canopy of stars
swelling & pulsing overhead before letting close your heavy lids. In any case,
there by her side, her husband of 65 years, still madly enamored of her. One
can prepare oneself, maybe, for a passing, but what lingers along with those
severed ties is what tends to grip the heart.
& against that backdrop, I can’t begin to express the
deep & abiding love for our home & family that we feel surging in us.
From the laughter & conversation with all of our human family we flew home
exhausted to the simple joy of our canine one. & even as the winds gust to
80 miles an hour, what calm in Norton’s bear hug or Willa’s panicked kisses.
What joy in Patsy’s eager eyes & Littlehead’s swift leaps, or in Ox’s
whining protests when we pet the others, in Hoss’s mouthy turns or Zigzag’s
nose taps. I would think the world a different place entire if I could not turn
from the hollow sadness of human loss into the pure love of our dogs’ company.
Too, I’d think it bereft of its foundation if I did not have Kristin beside me
at every step. It’s bewildering to think of how much life & love is
permitted to exist simply because her grandmother did so first. What an
extraordinary gift to the world.
Family means so many things, but in every iteration, every
nuanced definition, every species, it is antidote to loss & salve to
absence. It is the heart’s proof that we endure.
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