“She knew Jim…” Maggie repeated again softly, her head resting on my shoulder, her right arm around my back as she was sitting tight to my side. I glanced back towards Michelle’s grave site and saw that the attendants were lowering the casket into the grave and my heart lurched once more and I had to swallow a lump in my throat. No recollection of the drive home. Jules brought back another load of pans and screens for the wash a few minutes later and picked right back up on that conversation. Returning to my truck in the stadium parking lot after class I sat behind the wheel and just zoned out. I leaned back against the side and Sam leaned back along side of me. “Pick up the urn and look on the bottom.” She sighed lightly as if she had been holding her breath. By late afternoon when I finally got to Dom’s to get ready for my shift it actually felt like home as much as my work place. Fond memories to be sure
