12.5

Mom died in a very off-the cuff way. It wasn't a big thing, for some reason. Or maybePhilip and I didn't make a thing out of it. Regardless, I told him the news and he, shuffle-wise, stepped to do his duty. We had already dug one hule i the yard that day; what was a nother?

He started the trench for th grave off-kilter to the house and property, more at a thirtydegree angle slightly more east-west than north-sout, oriented from the southwest corner near the creek-crossing to the telephone pole. He put itsouth and west of the pergola and the bird tree, in the open spae between trees in the flat. I thought of all the symbolic ways I could prepare her body to besent off into the great hereafter. Put a copy of the eye of horus in her mouth and call it a horcrux? Sure. That sounds about as stupid as anything I could come up with awake. I didn't do it.
Dad wasn't really upset, either. Katy wasn't there.

Tonight, I buried my mother.
December 4 five actually at four vivety five am ugh spelling is hard