Funeral Musings

Many of the elderly frail ones die in the winter time. Grandpa A. J. always said, “If I can make it through March, I can live another year.” There were five deaths all in their eighties in one week.

Rose, 83, has had Alzheimer’s disease and has been absent from us for several years already, wandering around in her body, confused and lost. Now she is free, free to fly over her dear farm and check on her chickens and baby calves, and see the garden spot now grown up to weeds. Her roses are still blooming bravely by the porch. She catches a whiff of their fragrance on the breeze. Now she can reme...

 

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