Death and taxes
It was a strange morning that started with a message from a friend’s daughter. She needed help filing her mother’s taxes. After sending a few texts back and forth about what she needed to do, it hit me. MY FRIEND IS DEAD.
I told her daughter I still couldn’t believe her mom was gone. She said with holidays coming up she can hear her mother..not literally but in her mind puttering around and preparing for the festivities.
I cried thinking of her as I drove along the Truckee river on my way to work. Her family had spread some of her ashes on the water over the summer. Now with the recent rain and snow, they were finally moving on.
Peace my friend. You are sorely missed today and always.