Happiness. It's relative.
When my father died, my brother came swiftly from Texas to manage everything. After planning the funeral, he set up shop in my dad’s house to deal with the estate. This meant giving away my mother’s jewelry which was spread out on a long… Continue Reading “Lost and Found”
Luckily, we have a can of salmon. We also have a can of tuna along with the ultimate protection against hunger – a can of Spam. I know how to stock a pantry. And how to always, always figure out something to make for… Continue Reading “Canned Legacy in the Pantry”
After the City cut down our very old and very beautiful Norway Maple, the arborist brought us a list of trees from which to choose a replacement. There were a dozen trees on the list. “Look them up on the internet,” she told us.… Continue Reading “What Comes Next: Plant a New Tree”
She was good to her dogs. She could type really fast. She made her bed every day. I think legacy is whatever crumbs you left on the table after you died, which shirts were the most worn, whether you ever ate the fancy salmon… Continue Reading “Legacy: What Gets Swept Up”
After the City cut down our very old and very beautiful Norway Maple, the arborist brought us a list of trees from which to choose a replacement. There were a dozen trees on the list. “Look them up on the internet,” she told us.… Continue Reading “What Comes Next: Plant a New Tree”
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