The date is looming.
Flights and hotel have been booked.
I await with mild apprehension – stressing to an nth degree about the trip.
Spreading my father’s ashes in his requested place – the time is coming.
Practical issues loom – transport of a box of ashes, how much do I pack, etc, etc.
Other issues like emotion, and closure dance at the periphery. It’s difficult to describe what this means. It happens to us all – we all die.
