There are arrangements to make – a eulogy to write, a box for my dad’s ashes, a caterer to sort – but first, we’re off to the beach
As I drive down the main street of my home town in Connecticut – the sidewalks still wet from a recent thunderstorm – I notice the flag in front of the firehouse is at half mast in honour of my father, who had been, at 102, the volunteer fire company’s oldest member.
The other thing I notice is that the church – the one where we had been planning to hold my father’s memorial service – is being re-roofed.
Continue reading… There are arrangements to make – a eulogy to write, a box for my dad’s ashes, a caterer to sort – but first, we’re off to the beachAs I drive down the main street of my home town in Connecticut – the sidewalks still wet from a recent thunderstorm – I notice the flag in front of the firehouse is at half mast in honour of my father, who had been, at 102, the volunteer fire company’s oldest member.The other thing I notice is that the church – the one where we had been planning to hold my father’s memorial service – is being re-roofed. Continue reading… Life and style
