Thoughts of the Executor

Filing an insurance claim for a dead friend on a rainy day prompts shuffling through old papers which yield photographs and greeting cards of so many happy times. Finally, the death certificates are found, telephone conversations ensue with faceless but kind company representatives, important numbers and spellings are confirmed, and the task is done. All that is left is a grey sky and cold winds of a February rain. A task is done. It has been completed many times by many people. It is the duty of the survivor to bury the fallen. Life always goes on as they say, but for the survivor life is diminished...again.