Dec 21 - Redway, CA

Dec 21 – Redway, CA

Miranda, CA

I went in as soon as I saw the sign.  It was a glass blowing studio, eerily empty.  The living quarters must have been around back.  I examined the myriad pieces, waiting to see who would arrive.

It was Michael I was waiting for.  I explained my mission and pulled out my photographs.  The first one was of a cremation scene at a temple in Kathmandu.  He paused, then continued flipping through the photographs.  I asked him to come outside, under the sign.  I took a few photos, trying to cajole him into a smile.  This was the best I got.

When I was done, I put my camera away and we chatted about the upcoming holidays.  He told me it was going to be a tough one: ”my wife of 35 years is about to be cremated.  Stage 4 cancer.”  I didn’t know what to say.  ”Sounds like you had a long time to be together” was the best I could come up with.  He told me he wanted to support me but that he didn’t have much; he dug into his pocket and offered three singles.  I insisted, but so did he, and I headed along to Phillipsville heavy hearted.