Mo asked to see the backside of "self-talk". Here it is. You can never be sure what the back story is, can you?
We are just back from a weekend with K's relatives. There was the graveside service, family gatherings, and quiet times with one of his sisters. Listening to stories and all of the many perspectives was interesting. We all hold things in our own way.
Leaving for the cemetery with K's sister, I picked up the urn, saying, "It's so heavy."
She responded, "It's so small."
The bigness of each life is surprising.
