my father’s ashes rest here

My neighbor Mike is getting bored with living.  She’ll be 91 next week, and wants “to curl up like an old dog” in her bed and stay there.  I went over for a visit yesterday, and laid beside her talking in the bed.  Her husband’s ashes rest under his pillow in an urn beside her every night.  Mike does things her way. Continue reading “truth and friendship” »