Ten years or so ago, both Helen, who’s about my Mom’s age, and John were diagnosed with cancers. I’d sit between them in church and they’d lean across me, planning strange and humorous funeral services, songs, and speeches. One Sunday Helen asked John, “Are you losing your hair?”

“No.” he said, “I keep it in a plastic bag under the sink.”  nancymauerman.com

Hammers And Clouds – Framed