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

sobbed at the podium. “I’m going to miss our talks,” a neighbor posted on Facebook, tagging Ray in a photo he would never see.

But here is the truth that wasn’t in the eulogy.

Last Tuesday, Ray couldn’t get a ride to the pharmacy to pick up his heart medication.

He sat on his porch for six hours, watching the cars of these same neighbors zoom by. They continue reading …