Last trip home …

As I knew it would, the call that we were dreading, yet knew was imminent finally rang through. Garrett’s cremains were ready for us to pick up. The call came while I was still in Spain on a business trip, so Barbara elected to wait until I was home to pick them up.

Alas, Thursday night we made the treck to pick up Garrett for the last time. As strong as I wanted to be, I am not ashamed to admit to blubbering when I saw his box, and the ceramic tile with his paw-print in it.

garrett's paw print
Garrett’s paw print

This is it, apart from our memories, my lil’ man, the G-bear, is at rest, sitting next to his departed brother, Tate.