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

we have time.”

The nephew sat down at Ray’s kitchen table, phone pressed to his ear.

“I don’t want to be that person anymore,” he whispered.

And Mrs. Kline—who had probably been alone more nights than anyone wanted to admit—said softly:

“Then don’t be.”

It was that simple.

Not easy.

Simple.

The nephew stayed on the phone with her for twenty minutes.

Then he continue reading …