Horace barnard's funeral. Horace was 104

Who will want my collection of “return to sender” envelopes?
Who will want my list of people lost? (Michael Baumgartner, Dallas Johnson, where are you?)

Dorsey Shifflett's back yard

I hate losing people.

Before you go, make a crumb trail, write a manifesto, plant a tree.
Don’t leave!

driving south toward Big Bend

My dad lived for twenty-five thousand, six hundred and forty seven days.
He left behind his good deeds. They evaporated like dew.
History’s half-life is short. Memory’s half-life is unbearably brief.
Gone without a trace.

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