I tried to find a birthday present for my mother yesterday. Instead, I ended up buying myself these two sweet bracelets at the Art Institute gift shop. I think Mom would be disappointed, but I also suspect she would not be surprised.
Right now, somewhere in my apartment, there is a packet of ashes. Yes, they are Bruce’s. Not all of them, but a baggie of them in an envelope that I got at his memorial service. Which was LAST SUMMER.