| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- we all float on Tomorrow is my mother's birthday. She would have been 71. This morning my brothers and I took her ashes down to the river via the levee near her house. A. was weary of all the homeless folks; S. and I were less circumspect. This is what she wanted. We found a quiet spot away from everyone, hidden by the trees. Neither of them wanted to be the one to do it though so finally I took the bag, considered the weight of all that was physically left of her, and then poured it into the water. I expected the ashes to quickly disperse and drift away but instead they floated on the surface, puddling in lily pad circles near the shore, near us. We stood and watched for awhile, talking about banal things, joking about the ducks that paddled up thinking they'd discovered a breadcrumb goldmine and then swam off again, disappointed. My mother would have thought that was funny, too. 7:06 pm - 08.03.20
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