death
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Book Ends
It started with a picture, and a kind note, and I was reminded of a drawing, tucked away in a box, sleeping in its frame. “Don’t forget the note.” A 15 year old version of me repeated. When I’d framed the drawing – one of a young woman resting contentedly in the arms of her…
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Jay Anthony Utz: 2/25/1976 – 7/9/2016
There wasn’t an official obituary announcing to the world the loss of my husband. Of all the things we had to deal with that day, and for the days that followed, this was one we pushed to the side. If you planned well, or worked with any funeral service, someone will likely handle this detail.…
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How Do You Do It?
When someone passes away, amidst all the love, a lot of questions come out. I thought about ranking them in the degrees by which they annoy me, but that seemed a tad harsh. People are curious, you can’t fault them for that (well, you could), and for the most part they’re not trying to be…
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He Kindly Stopped for Me
I am descended from a long line of martyrs. Now, you might be thinking the lion snack, pyre kindle, rock dodger sort, but you’d be mistaken. See, I’ve long suspected my family actually survived through the centuries by being fabulous finger pointers. “Oh, you’re looking for a witch? Have you spoken with Goody Johnson? No…
The Big Blue Mess 