Grief – Diana Elizabeth Carroll

Good Friday

And so, life goes on. People buying and selling, eating and drinking, caring for their children, laboring in the fields…

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”