Soon after he left us, my husband planted a palm tree in our backyard in the spot where he used to lay. Buried beneath is the dog’s favorite toy and bone. Keep in mind, my husband and I are not gardeners. Ever since moving to Florida from up north, we can’t get used to this sandy soil. We’ve given up trying to keep things green and growing here, but you’ll see how beautifully the palm is thriving amongst the sandy soil that produces no grass.
My husband calls it the Pie Palm. There is an explanation of how we came to naming our Piezon and what it means, here.
Here’s a link to something I wrote about how I feel today, three years later.
I had a short story published about him in this anthology.
I’m hanging in there Bubba, until the day I see you again. In the mean time, keep smiling and laughing with Grandma.