Mo was rummaging around in the closet today and came across this flag, a relic featuring the signatures of the entire family from long ago before folks started leaving us.
I didn’t think much if it.
Niece the Elder texted something an hour later reminding us that one year ago today, Rick hopped on a metaphorical bus for an extended jaunt to the next world.
I’ve been miffed that he never sent me a postcard or something to let us know how he’s doing. I miss him.
I’m guessing this was his sign that he’s just fine. I can’t believe he actually made a deadline.
Life is funny.
And way too short.