Alternate title: The Teakettle Story, Fini.
With tears in my eyes, I am posting the final piece in the teakettle story from SCI-FI.
As with the middle story, I'll set off SCI-FI's comments with lines, but not the normal indent-and-blue-text format. I want to make sure it all gets across.
When I was a kid, my parents told me that you could defeat an enemy by turning him into a friend. A childhood lesson, but not a childish one. I wonder if it applies to inanimate objects?
There was no true way to destroy it. Burning, blasting, pulverizing - it still would exist, in ever more grotesque shapes. But after a thorough shredding and a 2900°F bath, the tea kettle has been remade.
Each cross contains some of the original tea kettle. Over the years, they will be handed out to Sweet P’s siblings as they reach Confirmation, and in the gifting, I hope they will remember the sister who couldn’t come along. She would have turned 10 this week.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there shall be no more death or mourning, wailing or pain, [for] the old order has passed away.
“The one who sat on the throne said, ‘Behold, I make all things new.’”
That, my friends, is simply beautiful. All around beautiful. A thing representing great sadness has been turned into a symbol of redemption and life. By channeling the tea kettle into the crosses, that which has been a curse can now become a blessing.
The pain of his daughter's premature passing will never fully heal; I would never expect it to. I hope - I pray - that the crosses will help bring not a closing (the true closing will only come not here, but in the next life) but at least a turning. I won't - can't - say any more, as it is the confidence of a friend, but I can tell you that no one should ever have to go through what SCI-FI and his family have gone through.
The rebirth of the teakettle is glorious, SCI-FI.
That is all.