seventeen ish and twenty something GPOY, what are we doing to our young people? W edition
tithe oh blog: no, autocorrect, I SAID, to thejohnblog
also on my desk
wait. what?
another place to consider whether or not in fact there might
about
before we buried my father's ashes, his wife told us that we might want to bury something along with the wooden box. people appeared to be considering this seriously.
hmm, I thought. hmm.
on the back of one of my business cards i wrote there might be cake.
on the one hand, this is ludicrous. i don’t even know how much my father liked cake. i don’t think he had a belief in an afterlife, and yet it seemed important, just in case. to send him off with a note of something hopeful. a good maybe.
now, months later, he's still dead and I still wonder.