You are dead. It’s your funeral. Mourners are present. What do you want to be said about you? Can you come up with 10 things? I did.
The first dead person I ever saw.
This is a sequel of sorts to my last blog, “Grieve Appropriately.” I have a bit more to say, and for some reason that particular blog seemed to resonate with many of you. So there’s this. Papa Wilson died when I was eight years old. This was in 1964. I don’t remember many details about […]