Mysteries, thrillls and chills . . . one story at a time.
My family has a funeral scheduled for this weekend. It will be sad. Funerals for the young are always sad.
My mind reflects however not on my lost cousin but instead on my grandmother. We lost her nearly twelve years ago. Family gatherings, happy or mournful make her loss all the more acute. She was our matriarch, our divining rod, the rock . . . the road map.
Since she’s been gone, the family is directionless, purposeless . . . lost.
Tomorrow will be hard.