And the words: “The third month, when the box arrived, was very tricky indeed.” – Douglas Adams, Almost Harmless
Uncle Marilynne’s death was difficult enough—as much as his life must have been for him (and had been for us, his relatives who chose to love and accept his burdensome state). My sister and I were left to settle the legal fine points and deal with his personal effects, and he’d made generous provision for us.
After the funeral, the third month, when the box arrived, was very tricky indeed. We’d thought our tasks were finished, so this package was unexpected. The name, in ornate script on the return address label, was unfamiliar. We shrugged in unison, “who’s Davenport Carlisle?” My sister retrieved Uncle’s address book, turned the pages. She shook her head, murmured, “just a guy who lives in New York, I guess”.
Carefully removing the crimson twine and paper, I opened the box. Inside we found an array of gorgeous plus-size lingerie with a Parisian designer’s tags.
“As long as he was acting, he felt comfortable with the world.”– M.C. Beaton’s Colonel Sandhurst to the Rescue
Frank wasn’t easy in his own skin. As long as he was acting, he felt comfortable with the world. With me he didn’t need to take on some character, or speak as though from a script. When he died I wondered if it was him, or somebody else leaving me.
I don’t have children, by choice…but I enjoy other people’s kids…from a distance…for short periods of time. Some TV ads that feature kids (or adults) are more entertaining than programs they sponsor, so I’m sharing one that’s especially touching. 😉 Rhen
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