The Impossibly Improbable Inevitable
Republishing this chestnut while drafting all-new post for next Friday. Happy holidays, friends.
It’s been just over three years now.
On Thursday, April 5, 2012, at around 1:30 p.m. EST, my brother Brian and I lowered our parents’ ashes into the grave plot of a Greensburg, Ind., cemetery.
Sixteen years earlier, on Saturday, Sept. 14, 1996, we’d walked around the very same cemetery.
“Grandpa Adams died the following Monday night, Sept. 9,” the journal reports. He would have turned 96 that October. He’d lived a long and happy life.
My brother, his wife Stacey, and I arrived for the funeral that Thursday, staying in Greensburg at Mom’s childhood home until we flew back to the Twin Cities on Sunday. Then Mom and Dad returned to their retirement home in Florida, where they’d been living for a year or so.
“It was, actually,” the entry continues, “an enjoyable time together with my family… The viewing was on Friday night and the funeral…
View original post 975 more words
Completely in the Dark 