I think I’ve figured out a way to deal with some of the grief: making a memorial for Basette here at the house. I have a small table with pictures of all of my relatives who have died, poems I wrote for eulogies, and knick-knacks that remind me of them. An apple pie-scented candle for my grandmother who baked amazing pies; a picture of my Dad playing with the cats; two pages worth of photos. And two silver dollars representing the two coins to pay Charon, the Ferryman, for passage across the River Styx.
I’ve found about 10 pictures of Basette over the years. There is one picture where her eyes are brilliant green, and another, taken a minute later, they are gold. I’m scanning the pictures and will post them here soon.
