Three A.M. Ramblings

Middle of the night and sure enough one of my "girls" have to go out. I was sitting on the stairs waiting for them and I saw lying on the basement floor one of those "green" shopping bags. My mind flit back to the day I acquired it......it was the day I brought Bryons cremated remains home. They had placed his urn in it and off I went.....just like returning from the store only this time instead of food I carried my dead husband. It must be the hour for I started to laugh thinking of an imaginary coversation. "I honey I'm home" "whatcha got in the bag " "oh just my dead husband" Why a grocery type bag, why not a small card board box? As I said, it is the middle of the night, a time when my mind wanders off on it's own .

You are always in my thoughts Pooter Bear. " Behind the moon"
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