We buried an
old friend yesterday,
in the midst
of virus restrictions.
It was
outside,
just a few
of us,
around the
grave,
rugged up
against the winter wind,
each
maintaining distance,
no touching,
no
handshakes,
no embraces,
just being
together
to acknowledge
our shared loss
and
celebrate a life well lived.
A son, the
only child,
had been
allowed to cross
a closed
state border.
Others could
just observe
by live
streaming.
When all was
done
we lingered
awhile
to renew
acquaintances
and
reminisce,
but then
were moved
along
by grave diggers
with
a yellow
tractor
and a load
of earth.
