I totally forgot I never actually posted this here! What feels like a lifetime ago, I was working on a series of blog posts I called Supermarketing. I wrote a whole bunch of them and even had a big schedule for uploading them. Then, I posted one and everything went quiet on that front.

Some of the bluster of winter was giving way to the early hints of spring. The cemetery smelled of flowers of every kind, but it was dominated by lilies and gardenias, and of course freshly tilled soil. It was a simple headstone which was chosen by Mother. She died in her bed with only me present. I alone had cared for he.