Maria’s mother died a few days ago, and Maria and I talked several times about how she wanted to honor her mother’s life. It was, of course, her decision, not mine.

She decided that she wanted us to build a bonfire out in the pasture, say our prayers to her, remember the good things about her, and then sit in silence and say our own goodbyes.

I was never close to Maria’s mother; I don’t think the family was overjoyed when I came into the picture, even though I hoped I would have a loving family at long last. It didn’t work out for me or Maria. But Maria has bravely and gently gone on to build a life that makes her happy and makes me happy.

For all the complications, she loved her mother very much and was a good daughter to the end; she did the best any daughter could do and never stopped wanting to reach a place of love and understanding. Maria did not want to attend a family funeral service.

Her farewell service was beautiful, just right for us.

Maria built the fire, and it burned beautifully and intensely.

We were surrounded by our family, Fate, Zinnia, Lulu, Fanny, and Zip, lurking outside the fence a few feet away. The dogs sensed the moment and lay down quietly.

The last hour was in silence. Godspeed, Mother Maria, you did the best you could also.