A NOTE IN THE MAILBOX

When Ann and I got home yesterday there was a note in the mailbox from a friend of ours. I snatched it out and carried it into the house before reading it ( I had groceries in one hand, keys in the other ). I read the note...stopped by, blah blah, lost my phone so I don't have your number anymore,blah blah, I set Marks ashes free today, you expressed interest in having some of them, these ashes are for you...
Whoa.
I went back out front to the mailbox and reached inside, and lo and behold, there was a ziplock bag containing the mortal remains of our fallen friend.
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of his death.
We still think of you often Mark, and wish you were here.