Life goes on...There are now some ashes where her parents and one brother are buried, some scattered on the trails and beach at a nearby state rec area we frequented, and some along the Martha's Vineyard beach near her other brother's summer place, where we spent a few days most summers. In a week I set out for the Greek Island of Naxos, where we visited twice and would have returned if it could have been. Most of the remaining ashes will go along in a little cardboard travel urn. It took something of a comedy of clerical errors to get through the paperwork for that, but fortunately I got into it well in advance. Naxos turned out to be kind of our place in the whole world, so I've really wanted to do this. I'm spending some time with friends most days, and starting on a small (n) scale train layout. I'm sure I haven't had my last incidental meltdown, but I'm not in desperate straits.
                Dean