Dear Will

Gray kitty born somewhere the last week of December, 2021 (photo by krakenimages

 

Dear Will - 

You would have enjoyed your funeral.  

"Except for the papist mummery, of course." 

Part of a Beatles Valentine I created for Will in 1972

But you would have appreciated my reading choices, Julie G.'s Mozart selections, the long Eulogy that perfectly captured your contrariness, Lilli Ann's song stylings, and the wonderful wicker coffin with it's colorful floral spray.

You would also have loved Kevin's slow drive to the graveyard with lights flashing, me choosing to sit in the hearse, the prayers at the graveside, the throwing of dirt.  You always liked the tough reality of dirt.

You might have been both annoyed and flattered by my sudden storms of tears as I was completely in the moment and not hiding behind a camera.

You would have enjoyed most of the wake but might have invited people to go home sooner.

You would certainly NOT have approved of how much money I spent on honoring you!  ("I would have been fine in a pine box. You spent how much on Pruett when you could have just handed the obituary to Jed - he can read, can't he?  The flowers were nice but aren't there church ladies to arrange them?  Costco has nice bundles.") 

I miss our life together, dear love, before you got dementia.  

I pray that God gives you your wish to be reincarnated as a kitty in a good home.  I will keep my eyes open for a gray cat born the last week of December, 2021.  I'm sure it will find me when it needs to.  I will know you when I see you.

And I will always love you.  

Kakie

Karen

Kake

Once Mrs. Wilbur

Huck