Living and Dying in Dallas
What I’ve discovered this week is that dying makes living seem a whole lot more precious. I had to plan the funeral for my uncle, who lives in Texas. Finding Dallas Caskets from Chicago was a bit tricky, but no more so than finding a pastor, a church, and a plot. I know what I’ll be doing next week; getting my own affairs in order. I don’t want the people who have to bury to me to have to be making decisions about liners’ colors or the length of the box I’m buried in. I’d rather have it all sorted out already.
