On Such a Winter's Day (Laying Down My Mother's Ashes)

I knew my mother had a file in her desk labeled "My Funeral," where she had made her choices known. The trick was to find that folder since her desk and her whole house were gone--the latter bashed down, no less--when she sold her Frank Lloyd Wright-inspired Usonian home to pay for her assisted living. After I told one of my brothers about the file, his wife found it in storage, and we ...

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