Australia Trip: Some Things I Didn’t Anticipate

Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops a stuffed puppy before it is cremated and its ashes tossed into the waters of Manly Beach in Sydney, Australia in a ritual for healing.As much as you plan, you can never anticipate everything. Good or bad, other things happen.

I’m back home from Australia where, on days off from my O.A.T. tour, I met up with Australian bereaved mothers I’d found and friended on Facebook. On my last full day in Australia I was to cremate my daughter’s stuffed toy Puppy and scatter its ashes. Knowing I’d need help, I’d reached out to The Compassionate Friends NSW Chapter in Sydney.

Things I had not anticipated:

The generosity of my hostess. Jenny from TCF NSW spent the whole day with me, picking me up at my hotel, and then trekking, training, and tramming our way to the University of Technology Sydney (where, if my daughter had survived cancer she would have attended the nursing program), and Spice Alley, and the headquarters of Sydney’s TCF chapter where we attended a support group meeting. After, Jenny took me to her home for the cremation, and drove me out to Manly Beach. I had not realized how much time and energy my mission would take.

How Jenny had prepared for Puppy’s cremation. She’d lined a small fire pit with foil. She’d set out tongs and a box of tissues. And a tin for the ashes.

How she’d thought of everything except matches, to start the fire. Jenny rummaged through the house while her dog, a big mellow shepherd-mix, looked me straight in the eyes. I let him sniff Puppy, and he nuzzled me sympathetically.

The acrid, chemical smell of the burning. It turned out that stuffed Puppy was made of polyester. She went up in flames faster than I’d imagined. She burned longer than I would have guessed. There was dark smoke. In the end there were no ashes, only black molten chunks. Less volume than I’d thought. So instead of using the big tin, Jenny washed out a dogfood can. I peeled Puppy’s remains from the foil, placed it in the can, and smashed up the chunks with the tongs.

How sad I felt during the car ride from Jenny’s house to Manly Beach. Sadder still, wading into the gentle waves and tossing Puppy’s remains. Then I watched in horror.

Puppy’s black molten chunks floated. At the top of the water. Instead of sinking or dissolving.

There was other black chunky stuff floating around so I didn’t feel too terrible about polluting.

The traffic as Jenny drove from the beach back to my hotel. The rain that held off until my mission was all over.

The emptiness that stung me later that night as I said goodbye to the city lights of Sydney, and whispered goodnight to my daughter, and to Puppy.

The warm gratitude I felt, remembering the long full day Jenny had given me.

Lastly, I hadn’t known gratitude, sadness, and relief could sit so peacefully together, all mixed up in my heart.

 

More to come in the next few weeks about my trip to Australia.

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4 thoughts on “Australia Trip: Some Things I Didn’t Anticipate

  1. Your Mom!

    I look forward to all of your blogs each week and I continue to be in awe of your ability to communicate such rare and sensitive feelings. This last one was special. I think it may have afforded to many — in addition to sensitivity — a precious sense of humor especially to me and — I bet — to Marika.

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Mom, do you believe I’m missing Puppy!?! OMG, I’ve added her to my list of who to say good morning and goodnight to. I guess a lot of this is so pathetic that it’s funny. Like my sense of adventure, I still need to develop my sense of humor. Working on it. Thanks.

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  2. Suzanne

    Robin, You and Jenny both (and each) created a memory that will last the rest of your lives. What a touching story, and how poignant to realize that things rarely turn out the way we dream they will, because of the “things we don’t anticipate,” but perhaps that makes the experience all the more valuable.

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Yes, Suzanne. We’re always trying to scope out all the possibilities, all the worst-that-can-happens, and glitches. And it’s rare that we leave space to consider that things could turn out even better than ever expected. And this time they did. Thanks for being out there listening.

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