essays by shé


When I learned the name of the buyer of my mother’s house, I knew everything would be okay, because Bianca (Kitty) was a very dear friend of mine. On closing day, while the human Bianca signed papers in New Orleans, I drove to Queen of Heaven Cemetery and found John’s grave. I cleaned the headstone with my brother’s name and lit a white candle. Then I set the small vial of Mom’s ashes in front. Wept. “I love you both so much!”

They reminded me that they’re not dead.

“But I miss your bodies!” I could not stop weeping. They urged me to break out the bubbles. So after I sprinkled Mom’s ashes over the grave, I waved the yellow bubble wand and sang, “I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” We all laughed.

They are One now, bones and ashes and Holy Spirit. We are all Holy Spirit, but we forget, or at least I do.

After an hour or so, all the tears were expressed and I was able to leave. As I was rolling away, I felt them strongly in the car. “You’re coming with me!” I laughed, relieved.

“Yep,” they replied. I’m not alone.

"Bones and Ashes, John and Mary Pat," Queen of Heaven Cemetery, 11 May 2023, photo by Shé
Bones and Ashes, John and Mary Pat, Queen of Heaven Cemetery, 11 May 2023, photo by Shé




2 responses to “Closing”

  1. chiplefin Avatar

    So beautiful. I believe we are all part holy spirit as well. They will always be with you in spirit.

    1. Shé Avatar

      You’re right. I talk to them often. Thanks for reading.

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