My Mother’s Roses

I arrived for my mother's Memorial a day early. One of the few things left to do  was to prepare the roses, turned into rose petals, to include with her ashes for the funerary basket. She wanted to be creamated and set to rest in her beloved Pacific ocean.  Between my sister and the cousin…

Someplace Else

Before you ask me if I'm okay, let me say 'Yes', whilst shaking my head 'No'. You see, after a  battle with cancer, my mother went Somewhere Else late this morning. I am certain Somewhere Else is a better place where she feels peachy all the time, where she can stick her toes in the…