In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
Darling, live well If we should die tonight, let the world know our voices rang out To sing all the words to all the songs that left their marks in our hearts
Today, on your birthday, I will drink Jack Daniels, and pour one out for you, Daddy. I will light my skull candles, and blast Steve Earle. I will weep not for your absence but to honor your legend, and I will slur stories of my outlaw-patriarch to anyone who will listen.