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I’ve always read the obituaries, ever since I was a little girl. Some people think it’s morbid, but I don’t. It’s not so much about looking for people I know, though there’s an element of that, of course. It’s mostly about gleaning what I can from the encapsulation of a person’s life in such a [...] My friend Junkyard Gary Watson died last night. Gary had a face like a road map. Hard living had etched itself permanently into his skin. Over the years, he eked out a meager living for himself as a house painter and junk dealer. He drove a battered old pickup truck. He collected still-useful junk from [...] When my son was about six or seven years old, he was seized with a sudden urge to see a dead body. “I want to see a dead body,” he informed me solemnly. “Why?” “I don’t know.” “How about a picture of a dead body?” “No,” he said. “A real one.” I wavered and procrastinated. Sometimes he had these sudden [...] I’ve always been a little too acutely aware of my own mortality. As a child, I pondered death quite often. Not dying so much, but death itself. The state of being dead. Forever. It was the permanence of death that weighed so heavily on me. I tried to bargain with a God I didn’t believe in. [...] |
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