Uncle Ray’s Full Parking Lot: When Love Arrives Only After Death

I used to think love was something you felt.

The older I got, the more I realized love is something you do.

Not once.

Not when it’s public.

Not when it comes with casseroles and condolences.

But when there is no audience.

When there is no applause.

When the only person who knows you showed up… is the person who needed you.

A woman in the second row brought continue reading …