my brother at his son’s memorial service

Yesterday on my way home from work I was thinking how much the world has changed in such a short period of time I think about my Nephew who is not alive to see it.

Sometimes the world is pretty awful and sometimes it’s pretty great and most of the time I like it and I’m sure he would have too.

Yesterday on my way home from work I saw this beautiful silver hearse pull up along side of my bus.

Okay, yes I noticed it,

That may sound weird but the fact is I drove black hearses ( which are boring and old school ) and that silver one?

It was a beauty.

So I’m watching this great looking car, which I could easily see myself behind the wheel of

when I see the Funeral Homes name stenciled, tastefully on the driver’s door.

It was a hearse from the funeral home that my Nephew went to after he died.

As a rule, that home doesn’t do a lot of work this far up North in our state.

So I suppose

on that day

at that time

when I was thinking about my Nephew

he was thinking of me too.