Ashes to Ashes.
By Kyle Katz
I mixed her ashes with lavender oil, dabbing it behind my ears. I rubbed the ashes on my fingertips and inhaled them as my nostrils replayed the memories. Ashes are God’s way of saying… it’s final. But my rituals said it is only the beginning. The tiny pentagon hatbox with her remains sat in the palm of my hand, needling its tiny fragment of bones into my brain. It was all I had left.
I scrubbed her ashes on my forearm. Exfoliates– disparaging dead skin– circulating the bloodline. Still, she glowed. Her DNA fertile.
Find someone who BRINGS you happiness!
I sat at the shore, splashing my toes in the bay. Summer with the sting of heat, showing teeth like a serpent had packed its skimpy clothes in a suitcase. Thunderstorms, winds and lightning fought till the death, as if the competition of nature bored them. Rolling clouds of a painter’s dream stuck up against the blue sky. I could smell pungent lavender that followed me when her soul wanted to speak direct.
“Makes ME happy… I heard you mother.”
I could feel the gentle slap of her white glove on my cheek.
I didn’t say makes you happy. I said BRINGS you happiness.
“You were never happy with him … so no advice? It’s what killed you!”
I ran into the water waist deep letting the baby seals swim around me. I clapped my hands and mimicked. Fish jumped high as if they were pushed upward by mermaids. A pelican made a nosedive. The prize … a big fish. I laughed at nature.
I skipped back to the shore burying myself where sun had warmed the sand.
A dog sniffed me.
“I’m sorry, my dog snapped his leash.” She pointed. “We’re the green house on the corner. My daughter was watching you and insisted she give you these.”
Little Melanie curls bounced in a giggle as she appeared from behind her mother’s flowing skirt.
Melanie extended her arm.
The lavender bouquet aroma rippled the water … without one stone being tossed.
“Why are you crying?”
I smiled. “You just brought me happiness, Melanie.”