Grief and Glory
My great uncle Henry always had a gimmick. One year he was into reflexology and the next time I saw him he was peddling a wonder drug. And when I was fifteen of so, great uncle Henry died. And it wasn’t long thereafter that my great aunt Mildred and her daughter Jean were journeying westward for a family gathering.
“Me and Jeannie were driving across Saskatchewan,” Mildred told us minutes after her arrival, “and it was getting kind of late in the day. I look up at the sky and I see this ...