Heroes

My mother was a hero. Bona fide. One very hot summer day a man we knew was walking to the bus stop. He had Parkinson’s Disease and was unsteady on his feet. He fell. My mother, who was bare footed at the time, told me to stay put while she tore off across the street …

Cemetery Picnic

My sister-in-law has been dead for 1 year and 11 months. Today would have been her birthday. Debbie’s daughters have not coped well with their mother’s passing yet. So we go up to the cemetery and have a picnic at the gravesite. This is not all that unusual, especially in other cultures, but it does …