Every griefreminds usof every other grief. I hardly knew this woman,yet I weep,as I drive her ashesto the post officeand mail themto her sister in Florida. Both pallbearer and priest,I pray silently,as I lay her box to restinside another box,shroud it gentlyin plain brown paper,and seal it upwith tape. “One last adventure,”I say to her,toContinue reading “Post Office Funeral”