Masquerade-Day 29

Today, I bought clothes to wear to my brother’s memorial service. Squeezing into the cute knit dress is a masquerade of sorts. Special undergarments are involved. Everyone will be spared the embarrassment of my visible muffin-top.

George wasn’t big on ceremony. He told my sister, “Have a party if you want to. I don’t care. I won’t be there.”

I’ll wear the new dress, but I want to wear old jeans. I want to sit in a lawn chair under a pine tree. Talk to George. Or not talk. Just be there. With him.

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About Elisabeth Crisp / @crisplyspoken

I write funny stories about serious subjects.

Posted on August 29, 2012, in Writers Write and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. You’re moving toward something amazing with these blogs, Elisabeth.


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