East Side, West Side, All Around the Town
Today it isn’t such a panic. Because last Christmas Eve she died. As she was being laid to rest on a rainy day, not a block away from our old home, the entire story of our lives quickly passed through our minds, like a great documentary film. Only a few feet away from her grave was where we’d jumped over the nearby fence to play football before people were buried there. Or we’d hit a few golf shots into the cemetery from back of our shed—if the caretaker wasn’t watching.
