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

wreath and tell yourself it counts as love.

Instead, do something embarrassing in its simplicity:

Show up for someone who is still alive.

The pastor swallowed, then continued.

Pick one living elder.

One.

Not ten. Not “someday.” One.

It can be your parent.

Your aunt.

The neighbor on the corner who always takes the trash out too early just to see another human continue reading …