Absolutely brilliant! Love all these observations of life laced with irony and humor. More please...
I can't knock Ross as being some cheapo goods store. I still have my rolling carryon suitcase that I bought 40 years ago. It's been to France at least 15 times. Maybe I'll have my ashes put in them, and see if they get past TSA.
Once again wonderful. Thanks for sharing these absolutely human memories. There was a reason I picked you for my reading when I felt the weight of my parents decisions once again.
As the last living person of my natal family I wish my 2 daughters and 4 grands an equally surreal experience with what remains of me, their natal dad and their stepdad. We haven't talked about how to deal with the end. I guess once you get into your 70's it might be time and that time is now. Perhaps next Christmas would be good. Or maybe just let them wing it at my ending. We do tend to lean to the Stoic side. My rolling bag awaits in the closet.
Beautifully written ! I remember a similar episode with my brothers and my Dads remains in a grocery shopping bag .. we rode around in his golf cart with them …recounting our own stories of bizarre treatment and oppression… and the big man reduced to ashes..
Absolutely brilliant! Love all these observations of life laced with irony and humor. More please...
I can't knock Ross as being some cheapo goods store. I still have my rolling carryon suitcase that I bought 40 years ago. It's been to France at least 15 times. Maybe I'll have my ashes put in them, and see if they get past TSA.
Great write up. The shopping bag experience has a very David Lynch quality to it — ironic, humorous, both dark and light. Thanks for sharing.
Once again wonderful. Thanks for sharing these absolutely human memories. There was a reason I picked you for my reading when I felt the weight of my parents decisions once again.
As the last living person of my natal family I wish my 2 daughters and 4 grands an equally surreal experience with what remains of me, their natal dad and their stepdad. We haven't talked about how to deal with the end. I guess once you get into your 70's it might be time and that time is now. Perhaps next Christmas would be good. Or maybe just let them wing it at my ending. We do tend to lean to the Stoic side. My rolling bag awaits in the closet.
Thanks...a really beautiful memoir contemplating Dads ,sons, brothers . ....at this incendiary ashen moment in time. birthday/deathday
Merci !!!
Beautifully written ! I remember a similar episode with my brothers and my Dads remains in a grocery shopping bag .. we rode around in his golf cart with them …recounting our own stories of bizarre treatment and oppression… and the big man reduced to ashes..