Back before all heck broke loose on the world, I had tried to have my Dad over at the house for a day about once a month. We’d play some dominoes, do a small jigsaw puzzle, watch the birds and the deer, I’d cook something for dinner. When ideas were floated at my Dad’s assisted living home about how residents might be able to go out to visit family over the holidays, I started to think how that could work. One challenge would be transportation, as my Dad had started using a wheelchair.

Today the USPS solved that problem in a way that I would have preferred otherwise.

He’ll be here at the house, above the fireplace, until I can safely get him with Mom.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”