I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from…
““I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us. I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked up and hard as stone. “I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying my best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as I can now. I pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain. I stand and study my work, feeling like the rocks are on me instead, then I leave the body for the forest and ice.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A narrator mourns a loved one in a frozen wilderness, covering the body with stones as an act of protection and acceptance despite overwhelming grief.
In simple terms: Grief expressed through a ritual of covering a dead body with stones in a harsh landscape.
Find a way to honor loss when traditional mourning is impossible.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- funeral rites in remote settings
- personal coping with death
- protective gestures for the deceased
- symbolic burial
- emotional isolation
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How do you create meaning in loss when conventional rituals are unavailable?
- What symbols help you process grief in extreme circumstances?
The act may not fully resolve the deep emotional pain and could be seen as a temporary fix.