I still can’t type that without crying a little.
The funeral for Toby is tonight at sundown, Mountain time. We’re going to bury his ashes until a white rose bush with blossoms like lotuses – appropriate for a baby with the hands of the Buddha. Jae is going to officiate the ceremony. It’s handy when your brother is a minister, too.
Light a candle, say a prayer, however you want to share that time with us.
Over time, the rose bush’s garden is going to collect little trinkets and such… pagodas, Buddhas, birds, whatever says it wants to be there. It’s probably going to be the most coddled, loved-up-on rose bush in the world.