Dear WordPress readers,
I’m sending this post both to you and to the many folks that I’ve e-mailed for a long time about Jody.
Yesterday I had a bunch of errands to run – meet with the funeral director, get Jody’s rings cleaned, arrange for a plaked 24×36 version of the beautiful obituary photo, and go to the restaurant to discuss menu and room arrangements. It seems that I needed a little spurt of busyness.
I started driving towards London and began crying. I’m doing that a lot when I’m alone. Somewhere on the highway, Jody talked to me, words that were astonishing:
It’s not just the big beautiful tree on Bostwick
I am all trees, Bruce
I welcome you everywhere
And I cried some more. Trees passed me on the left and on the right. Big ones. Small ones. A few with leaves, others with needles, and…
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