The Ashes of a Cowboy

I'm sitting here waiting for the USPS. My Dad's ashes are coming in the mail today. I was sort of happy-excited about it all morning, but now I'm thinking "Oh, crap. Here comes a solid reminder that I'll never be able to hear his warm voice again, or have him invite me in for a slash of apricot brandy." That welcoming, wise – and yes, sometimes damned annoying – presence is gone from my life. He won't BE THERE for me. Ever again. In case you’ve wondered, after my trip to California that … [Read more...]