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

a hand to her mouth.

Somebody behind her whispered, “Oh my God.”

The pastor didn’t look up.

He couldn’t.

He just read.

Last Tuesday, I needed my heart medication.

I sat on my porch for six hours.

I watched cars go by.

I watched people wave.

Some of you waved.

A stiff inhale moved through the room like a cold draft.

Because suddenly everyone wasn’t hearing a story.continue reading …