Two years ago when Missy died and we met with the coroner to get her ashes...it was all so surrealistic..the guy handed us this plastic box and I just kind of looked at him and said how do I know that this is Missy...I mean, can't this whole thing just be a big mistake...or maybe I am in the middle of a nightmare...after all, one minute she was here and the next they were saying she was gone. Anyway, he then gave me one of those quart size grocery deli containers and said to just look through the side, but don't open the container because it's all bloody...but I could see the amber through the side of the container and knew that my nightmare was real.
But, today I had Missy's amber to wear close to my heart and I could feel her warmth suffusing me with courage...she wanted to become one with the universe...to that end she meditated and did yoga and tried to make her body and soul as pure as she could...so, even though it's hard for those of us left behind, she reached her goal.