My Funeral

A very peculiar thing began creeping into my brain a few months ago–something a person just shy of 50 years young, don’t think about much unless they are terminally ill or just received a death sentence. Yes, the big D, and I don’t mean divorce. Death started creeping up on me when I was living…

The Servant

A couple of years ago, my aunt, Eva, who was in her 80’s, was not feeling well. A dear cousin went to visit and took her to the doctor. While there, they discovered she had cancer. Our hearts sunk. My aunt never had children, and so the neighbor had been checking on her. My cousin…