Once it arrived I couldn’t resist. I had to do it. I carted this ten-pound rock all over the place, showing all my friends, family, and coworkers how beautifully Sophie Sue’s headstone turned out (they all know I’m batcrap crazy, anyhow).

I’d ordered it on the week of June 10, the first anniversary of Soph’s death due to complications related to the radiation therapy she was receiving for her brain tumor. I was somewhat unsure about my choice of remembrance totems (here's a post on that), but now that it had arrived, I was completely smitten. I couldn't wait to place it at the base of the tree we planted atop her ashes (we call it "the Sophie tree"). Indeed, I was beaming over my new arrival as if I'd given birth to it.

My enthusiasm probably occasioned more than one understandable conversation. Over at the specialty hospital I refer most of my complicated cases to, I overheard a whispered exchange between technicians:

"I never saw someone so happy over a death before."

Well, I reckon I’ve had more than a year to get used to the idea of Sophie Sue’s passing. So can you blame me for being so pleased to have something this satisfyingly tangible to remember her by?

Dr. Patty Khuly

Pic of the Day: "Sophie Sue's Place" by me