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R.I.P. Uncle J

Uncle J was buried yes­ter­day. He hung on for weeks, and they’d final­ly moved him to home hos­pice care just a few days before he passed. At least he was­n’t in pain at the end, and the fam­i­ly did get to say what­ev­er they need­ed to say.

Mom is tak­ing this real­ly hard. She says […]

Please Think About Sam

His father died last night. He did­n’t want any kind of funer­al. We’re going to see his mom.

Poetry: Jane Kenyon

The Blue Bowl by Jane Keny­on

Like prim­i­tives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-hand­ed we scraped sand and grav­el back into the hole.                                They fell with a hiss and thud on his side, on his long red fur, the white feath­ers between his toes, and his long, not to say aquiline, nose.

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