Ashes, Ashes, We All Wore Dad
(And Pete! Why does everyone keep forgetting Pete?)
“Mom, wait! We have to do Pete’s ashes, too!” shouted Cuyler as he ran back into the house. It was a chilly spring morning and he, Casey, and I were going to spread Stu’s ashes on our farm.
“What?” I replied, practically falling down the front steps which would’ve been awful as I was holding the open…