Thankfulness in many ways is magical. When divides —whether political, religious, social, or emotional— feel irreparably deep, gratitude for the leftover goodness mends, a circle of thankfulness bridges gaps between us.
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Writer and creative. Some stories develop over long periods of time in snippets of peeks & prejudices. Glimpses & tweets. I tweet stories.
Delayed ashes seem appropriate considering our relationship. Surely they'll be sent to her parents, a sibling, instead.
The reading of the will. It's really a thing? I read the summons over & over, hands shaky, lungs shallow. I'll finally meet her family.
A poet is someone whose words can grasp & pull the thread of a person's soul & make them unravel with delight.
―Curtis Tyrone Jones
I call & learn Doll's body was sent to be a cadaver for med students. I'm not surprised. Ever the academic, a touch vain about her beautiful body. How many had touched it over the years? I don't tell Mel it bothers me.
—Ashes in 2 years. Is this address good?