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

Almost empty.

A carton of eggs.

A jar of something expired.

A container labeled “Soup” in shaky handwriting.

He closed the fridge like it had insulted him.

On the counter was a sticky note.

“If you can’t get outside today, call someone anyway.”

The nephew pressed his fingers to his eyes.

Then he did something small.

Something that wouldn’t trend.

Something that continue reading …