It’s been 21 years since my dad, Edgar Charles Agy, had the nerve to up and die.
The day before fucking Valentine’s Day. Rude isn’t it? To this day I wonder if he had anything planned for my mom… I don’t think he was big in to planning.
Needless to say, I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s Day. I love, love but I personally associate the holiday quietly inside my head with sitting in a mortuary with my mom and brother reviewing the paperwork for his cremation. Where’s THAT Hallmark greeting card?
Olive & Lenora 