Taxes and dust

I prepared my taxes at the last moment yesterday afternoon. Once again, the IRS gave me an haircut. A few minutes after I filed them, my sister informed me that one of our uncles had died.

His wish was to be cremated without ceremony or remembrance. He was a damned fine man in his plain way. I won’t forget him nor will those who knew him. So much for the remembrance part. Ceremonies consist of rituals, yet they are products of the heart.

We are dust, but magnificent dust all the same.

Published in: on April 16, 2008 at 11:36 am  Comments (1)  

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  1. Sorry for your loss.

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