I put Smokes' bed in the Mississippi this morning, my ritual for all the creatures I love and let go of. He traveled far! Straight between freighters like a flag of peace. He is peace in my heart, and I know I'll feel peace again. Now it's necessary grief. He sent an extraordinary butterfly the likes of which I've never seen, to escort Rosa and I back down through the muddy grasses to the car. I kept thinking about "mud/lotus, mud/lotus". A free, light, sweet gift. The house is so painful without him. We are inhaling and exhaling. Safe passage, little boy! We only ever loved each other.