Mom bought red satin drawstring bags for us to tote Benjamin’s ashes into Graceland. He was watching a movie called “Finding Graceland” when he died, and he liked Elvis enough to put him there. If Freddie Mercury had a house to visit, that would have been better but Memphis was drivable and had mystique.
The sound and smell of rain is wrapped around my sense of home and waist harness, and my dad loved the rain more than most things. I remember him sitting out on the porch on Fieldbrook Court during a rainstorm when I was small. These storms in Alabama were the kind that shook the rafters and struck thunder so loud it popped from deep underneath.
Most of our lives are spent in the space of “about to.”
Over the years, I have spent my fair share of time in depression, worry, low self-esteem, and uncertainty. I have had my heart broken more times than I can remember, and have wrestled with the deep dark. My vulnerability has sometimes been an asset and sometimes a liability.