You move your body along an axis of gratitude
Place the outermost right finger in the center of my left palm which I use to caress you.
Now please move that finger from the center of my left palm to the middle of my open wrist. This was the first movement you ever did when I met you standing at the bar like Samson.
Now you are this shriveled-up corpse, 73 years later.
The mortician re-enters the room; some of your friends also arrived at the funeral home.
Even though this is not your official burial day yet, that is tomorrow, I am still glad that I wore a suit.
I put on my business Persona now as I turn away from your coffin toward the people, the tall mortician to the woman white hat, and several of your friends inside their tears.
Before your body they say I'm so terribly sorry , I walk up to her and her husband says Alice, Ruth if you'll pardon me I have to go I'm just . . . I have to go.
Thank God I already have the check made out. I hand it to the tall lanky mortician. Yes I say he looks just fine.
Our beautiful 1959 red Cadillac convertible with the hyper white interior is waiting for me out in the parking lot, but she'll never be the same.
Thank. You. So. Very. Much.
For such an amazing life
Marc Isaac Potter is a real person