Author: daylerogers
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Ashes and Dust
It’s hard to imagine someone’s life reduced to a box the size of a loaf of bread. Mom made her wishes known–she wanted to be cremated. It’s what she’d chosen to do with Dad, and it made more sense to her than buying a plot. This isn’t an argument I will pursue. Some believe a…
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Where’s The Love?
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Who knew? I’ve been a bit preoccupied with other things: Mom’s passing, the birth of a couple of grandsons, life that doesn’t slow down at my request. Legitimate reasons. I’ve never, to my knowledge, forgotten a holiday. Granted this isn’t one of my favorites. It’s not as unlikeable as Halloween, but…
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I’m Gonna Wash That Pain Right Out Of My Heart
It’s been a heck of a couple of weeks. We’ve been gone a lot, for a variety of reasons. Things around the house didn’t get done. Cleaning–that tawdry-toilet syndrome that comes from neglected focus; refrigerator surprise–the green things that were never meant to be green; trash–the stuff that didn’t get taken to the curb that…
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The Verse Is Done But The Song’s Just Begun
I thought she’d live for weeks more. She’d rallied in the end, unexpectedly, but so like Mom. Adelaide B. Golden passed from this life into the presence of the Lord on Tuesday afternoon, February 6. Those who knew her called her Skip. My twin sister had been there earlier in the day. Mom didn’t…
Tip of My Iceberg 