by Donna Ekart
I haven't forgotten what you said about your funeral. It rings in my head at odd times. Someone says "harmonica" or "maelstrom," and I wonder how those words got mixed up with your tale. I try not to think about it too hard. I fear that if I reflect on them, the mixed up words will start to replace the real things you said, and I'll introduce errors that will multiply and crowd out the truth. Despite the fear, though, I welcome the tiny reassurance that since I haven't yet forgotten, I never will, and that in that final hour, I won't let you down.
Donna Ekart, author of One Stop Shopping, is a librarian who really likes the sensation of words falling out of her head. She lives in Kansas, which isn't as flat or dull as you might think.