.....from whence no traveler returns. #1

I mentioned my Dad's funeral in yesterday's rant to Harry Kingston, no doubt one of the coldest and most miserable days of my life. As the graveside service ended and we were leaving, a Taxi-Cab came skidding through the gateway of the cemetery and out popped Aunt Nellie, she had struggled through several flight cancellations on her way from Iowa and made it with no time to spare. She and I walked back to the grave, they reopened the casket, we paid our final respects then it was all out and all over.