Ghost Dogs
On New Years Day this year a drive to clear my head took me past a cemetery not far from my home. I made a U-turn and pulled into Singing Hills Memorial Park. As I ventured across the grass, in the distance I saw two shepherd-mix dogs who were also walking among the graves. When one of them made eye contact, I smiled to which that large male responded with a dopey canter toward me. Continue Reading
The Artist’s Lovely Hands
Susie died on a Monday in July.
Now, weeks later, the hummingbird feeders in front of her house are almost empty. For so long she talked about making a hummingbird garden until one by one the feeders started to appear. Before long the little birds congregated there throughout the summer days. They loved her house. Continue Reading
Keeper of the Memories
I came too late, an hour after she took her last breath. Her caregiver led me into Gladys’s room, took a wipe and washed Gladys’s lips which gently opened to the familiar touch, then turned and hugged me before leaving me with Gladys’s body. Two days before when I visited, she mostly slept. I sat watching each breath, thinking how pretty her white hair was and how, just short of becoming a centenarian, her skin was radiant. Continue Reading
