An obit, some love from Robert, some hate in the world, a walk, grilling and dancing…
Most of you know that I collect euphemisms for death in the obituaries. This one is especially poetic: On Saturday, February 28, 2009, God dispatched a host of angels to bring Mother Amie Avery home. The call was louder than a whisper, the roaring voice of God; but you and I did not hear it … Read more