How Doubt Has Become the Image of Truth for You, for Me, for Everyone

He died. I don't recall if unexpectedly. We made it to Pittsfield to bury him. I helped carry his casket. I had helped carry the casket of Aunt Mae, of Cousin Michael who had come home in a bag, all of them that summer. Two in June; one in September; I do not recall which … Continue reading How Doubt Has Become the Image of Truth for You, for Me, for Everyone