We All End Up As Ashes Or Bones

No matter what life we have lived, we are all equal in the end

Photo credit: Catherine Dunn-Gilbert, author

He put his mother in the back of the car. She was divided into three for easier distribution. It was weird to think of her there. The remains of a human. One who had been in my house and spent Christmas with us. Someone loved and lost. The boxes were larger than I thought they would be. I guess a…