From the Rector…
As many of you know, Banshee—also known as Church Dog—died in February. She was seventeen years old and a beloved companion and member of our family. She loved going to the beach, rolling in dead fish, paddling around in the water, and nipping at anyone throwing the cast net. But her absolute favorite activity was barking from the end of the pier at boats passing by. People would often bark back at her, which was always hilarious. Yet no one ever stopped to pick her up and take her for a ride. So, when Steve and I discussed where to scatter her ashes, we both agreed that the end of the pier was the perfect place.
Last week, after Easter services, we loaded up all the dogs—including Banshee—and headed for the beach. We had a great week with lots of boat rides and delicious seafood. On our last day, we went down to the pier early that morning with Banshee in tow. It was a calm morning with gentle waves. The sunlight sparkled like diamonds dancing across the surface of the water. Seagulls cried in the distance and the occasional mullet leapt into the air before splashing back into the bay. There was a gentle breeze. It was peaceful and serene.
We scattered her ashes there, and though we worried they might not sink, all but a very fine dusting did. We watched her remains form a delicate cloud, swirling in the water and slowly drifting away from the pier—out into eternity.
It has been difficult for me to capture the love and grief of that moment in words, but the time we spent watching her go, inspired the following poem. I offer it to you, not because it is perfect, but as a way of sharing my grief—and embracing the grief we all carry n in our own lives
Banshee’s Burial
When ash meets sea,
there you shall lie—
forever, an eternity.
Floating like a mist
you linger in the midst
Soul and Spirit swirling, twist.
Tides ebb and flow
drawing us close
even, as we must let go.
Time, though unending,
brings joy and sorrow
in nature’s quiet tending.
In one last earthly sway,
she folds you in her arms
offering passage to guide your soul away.
Our love for you will never cease
anchored in trust and knowing—
that you will live in eternal peace.
Almighty God, Father of mercies and giver of comfort: Deal graciously, we pray, with all who mourn; that, casting all their care on you, they may know the consolation of your love; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. (BCP, p. 505)