The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree
Actually, he just quit the funeral home. For the second time. I’m convinced he’ll go back, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
We were sitting in the living room of some people he knew from eons ago and hadn’t seen in decades. He just drove up to their house in the dark and knocked on the door and said, “Here I am!! Huh!!”
And, he whipped out this story about death and dying.
I’m not going to tell Dad’s story for Halloween. Not exactly.
But, in the coming days, I am going to put my own riff on it. Because, you know me.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.