We picked up my sister’s ashes today. I was surprised at how heavy they were. They’re in a plain box for now, under a glass star and a collection of her crystals.
After three consecutive days at the apartment and an afternoon at the shelter to surrender Noreen’s cat, tomorrow will be a day for other things.
I’m reading the newest James Lee Burke, an author my sister turned me onto, so in a minor way it feels like connection.
At her apartment, I keep finding little papers here and there that seem to be messages.
The dolphin card found under her tools and a decades-old teaching notebook found open to words she might’ve said to me last month, “Take note of your judgmental qualities — please assess and evaluate.”
If you don’t hear from me for a while, it may be because my blog has used up its allotted space, whatever that means.