Today, we will inter Gulliver’s ashes into this beautiful little handmade jar I found on Etsy.com.  All of the urns at the crematory were very impersonal, and marble, and austere and just Not Gulli.  But this piece spoke to me.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
  

–After the Storm

Good bye, my sweetest little buddy.

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