My Seventy Eight Year Old Neighbor Gave Me A Key To Her Shed And I Was Not Ready For What I Found

four days ago. Quietly, in her sleep, at seventy-eight years old. The kind of death that people describe as peaceful and mean it, the kind that is only sad for the people left outside it.

The church service was small. Neighbors I recognized, a few faces I did not. I was standing on the steps in the cool air afterward, not quite ready to go home, when continue reading …