Things I'll Never Do Again

• Go to IHOP


• Watch Judge Judy


• Play Monopoly


• Listen to Strauss waltzes


• Look at catalogues like the ones that come from Harriet Carter


• Watch Everybody Loves Raymond


• Rescue any more animals, at least for now


• Go to New York City or Charleston


• Sit on the hummingbird bench


• Walk the track at the middle school


• Discuss politics at length


• Stay up to see the New Year in


• Celebrate Thanksgiving and Xmas

And there are a host of other things, but I can't think of them right now...

Home

So I am home.

The place is so empty, yet so full of Aunt Tudi's presence. The animals keep looking for her. So do I.

How long will this last? I don't think I can take it.

I'll be spending the night at Janice's and Uncle Michael's.

I am utterly bereft.

Poem

This is the poem I read when we scattered Granny's ashes. I'm going to do the same with Aunt Tudi.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.