Simona
The teardrop-shaped urn looked out of place on the coffee table. How could they fit all of him inside? I picked it up, surprised at how light it was. Feeling fidgety, and not wanting to drop it, I got up from the couch and placed it on the mantle over the small fireplace. When I turned back toward the sofa, I noticed Uncle Ricardo standing in the doorway.
He’d taken it hard. His older brother had spent his life taking care of him, raising him after the death of their parents. Even after Dad disappeared Uncle Ricardo always knew where to find him. When Dad no longer could take care of himself, he stepped in, helping Mom during the last few months. Now my uncle had many years left for himself. I suspected he was frightened about the future. I sat down, took a sip of coffee, and spok
