Gremlin died in our home after a long, incredible life. He was one of those special dogs, whose capacity to communicate and connect with people was beyond the average. His sense for human emotions led him to snuggle the lonely, nudge the sad, and joyfully play with the happy. When he passed, we mournfully wrapped him in his blanket and buried him in our backyard. On the following Christmas, our mother purchased a live Christmas tree, and planted it above Gremlin when the holiday was over. I always imagined the roots surrounding him, keeping him safe against the darkness. And as the tree grew, I gave credit to Gremlin’s indelible soul.
This year, my husband and I took our boys to purchase a live Christmas tree, with the intent of making it a tradition.
This year, my husband and I took our boys to purchase a live Christmas tree, with the intent of making it a tradition. Although it was more expensive, it felt good to know that we had a plan to nourish the Earth instead of just take from it. And when we plant them, year after year, our sons will remember the moments that connect them to each tree: a year with a lot of laughter, or a year with a heavy sadness. A bit of our heart and soul will go back into the Earth.