Roving down a flooded hallway with Adhit we passed pallbearers carrying mom’s coffin. They opened the casket. Dad was there, I was crying, mom got up groggily and said that in the dying experience she had a feeling of the most powerful woman in the world.

Parking on a dirt hill for a gathering where we were all to bring childhood relics. I brought Crouton, the small dog passed to me from my mom which I slept with for most of my life.