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

at the words until they blurred.

And finally—finally—he cried.

Not in a church.

Not for an audience.

Not in a way that could be photographed.

He cried the way people cry when they realize the person they miss didn’t just die.

They were abandoned slowly.

And he was part of it.

He sat there a long time.

Then he got up, walked to the kitchen, and opened the fridge.continue reading …