A Funeral

Cathy is dead. Debra, thank you

for reserving the community room in your

building. We know you will bake like you

never have before in your life because our

Cathy is dead. Tricia, will you

bring your tasty taco salad? Mind you

don’t slip on ice. Peter, for once wash your

hands. Our hands are holy because our

Cathy is dead. Steve, thank you

for letting Sheila know. We would love your

to-die-for casserole, Kimberly, because our

Cathy died for it.  JoJo, don’t you

just buy a pie. Make something with your

own hands. Make anything. Our precious

Cathy is dead. We will honor what you

bring. Rhoda, none of  us

will be at her family’s funeral. This is our

funeral.  Jose, as always, thank you

for the weather forecast. Jason, that means your

famous rain poncho. Laura, dear Mary Lou

will pick you up. Get ready to pour

stories into memory. She would have been so proud

of  this gathering. Jessica, thank you

for asking. Sadly, I won’t make it. But you

all will tell us about it on DBMinn, where our

funeral will continue. We’ll  be waiting for you

here, where we can get nearer heaven.