Closure: a feeling that an emotional or traumatic experience has been resolved.
Grabbing my camera bag, wallet, car keys and two small canisters, I "crutched" my way out the door to the car. With some effort, managed to get behind the wheel, start the engine and backed out into the world. While advised that I needed to wait a bit longer before driving, my head and heart said now was the time.
Destination was a little used county road north of town.
In the past many quiet, enjoyable hours were spent walking this road. Often the girls - Reba and Scout - joined in the journey. While Reba stayed on or near the road, Scout plunged into the grass/weeds that grew in the ditch on the side of the road.
A mile or two was enough for Reba. Scout never seemed to tire and would continue to seek out whatever beagles seek out in the brush. These were good times. The three of us together, enjoying the each other and the landscape.
I stood standing along the road - holding the two canisters - pausing for a moment of silence and quiet reflection. With effort, opened the tins and offered the remains of my two companions to the landscape we explored and enjoyed together.
Once while cycling I was struck by a car on a rural road not unlike this one. Have never returned to that location. For some unexplainable reasons, never wish to be in that spot again.
Will return to this little used county road again. It is here we explored and enjoyed our short time together.