To commemorate the day (and her) we packed up the truck and headed to Malibu with a cooler full of strong cocktails and some hot dogs. I also packed Lucy's ashes. She loved the beach and I thought it would be fitting to leave a little of her there permanently.
Once we arrived I stepped into the water, with Lucy in a pretty pink container. I thought about her and all that she means to me and I told her how very much I missed her and that I hope she knows that. And then I said, "If you're still with me or if you can hear me it would be great if you could give me a sign. No big whoop, but it would be great to hear from you." And I walked a little bit further into the water and sprinkled in her ashes. That's when I looked up, and there, right in front of me, was the sweetest little seal. Just swimming around and having a fine old time.
(You should know that I was very fond of saying that at times Lucille looked remarkably similar to a seal. Lu-seal, I'd say.)
And then the seal dipped under the water and disappeared. For a brief amazing moment I feel like I saw my sweet girl again and it made me happier than I can say.
I don't know much, but I do know when to shut up and be grateful.
So thanks. Thank you thank you thank you.
