July 12, 2026

It has been such a weird thing. Often this month, I’ve written my 14 lines and realized that that what I wrote about a month ago applies in some odd way. A month ago, I started my extra words with this line. Emily Dickenson wrote “Because I could not stop for Death, Death kindly stopped for me…” It stopped for Nancy, ending her pain, and whisked her off to More Peace and with any Luck a Family Celebration. When I think of Heaven — if I do, I can’t get much beyond a family party and Thursday Night Jazz with Steve. Cheers, Nancy, Fare thee well… Uncle Sam and Frank will be waiting to talk about the rocks and the Science of All Things… “or would you rather play in the Stars, bringing Moonbeams home in a jar?”