Just had the loveliest one. My wife’s beloved, but deceased, grandfather  visited. He’d been on a cruise — food wasn’t really to his liking. Fried chicken was good, but only served once. I think it was Tom Robbins who likened heaven and hell to a cruise ship in Jitterbug Perfume (good book, btw).

I was hosing down the yard and the outside of the house—we live in his house now—and he was pointing out some spots I’d missed as well as critiquing my methods—in a good mannered way.

I think my brain is saying that I am doing right by his memory.

I damn sure hope so. He was a great man, and I miss him.