. . . is what I heard over the Sprint Network
when an idle mention of Life Insurance, and how
they are finally getting On That.
I thought of my Grandpa's funeral, my Aunt's
funeral, my Grandmother's funeral, all
the stacks of paperwork and
runs to party supply stores for ribbons
and picture frames, and the tedium of
memorials I saw the women of the family
execute sharply and how I could barely keep
it together.
". . . so if, you know, The Lord decides to take us
both at once, make it easy on us. . . of course, that'd
be harder on you kids. . ."
That would be consistent with the behavior
of the Lord I've met. First I picture a car accident
something bloody on a bridge, called to
Identify the bodies. . . But no.
This would be more like Enoch, aforementioned
Lord giving the two finger beckon;
both my parents sitting together, holding hands
the way they do, silently when the right
jazz standard, or Beatles song comes
on, in one of the cars they
actually liked, that little yellow one maybe
and they just
drive
away.
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