The first time was at the news of my parents’ death in a car crash. This time it was a friend who, like my parents, I’d assumed would be around for a long time. How wrong could I be? How often? “Daisy Harmon died in the storm,” Sunni said, from another world. “I just talke...
The trees on my street had settled down after hours of fighting the wind. I thanked my guest again for the sweets and for protecting and serving and we parted on good terms. We planned to go separately to Wendell’s service in the morning and perhaps have lunch together afterward. &nbs...