Last weekend, my mother, SBX, and I, attended my brother Mike's memorial which was held on a sunny Saturday afternoon. His life in Des Moines, Iowa was honored by the planting of a young crabapple tree which overlooked the main drive a couple of blocks from where Mike lived for many happy years. Robin ~ the boy wonder, [one of Mike's million action figures that he cherished so much] was clamped to the tip of the tree and a note from my father was buried underneath its roots. I had the soul mollifying pleasure to meet and hang out with some of Mike's best friends who shared many stories revealing a life well lived and well marked. Like a cosmic baton perpetually passed between people and generations beyond, there is life after death in our hearts and memories where loved ones live forever.
