Saturday Evening Outpost

NOT DEAD YET: PART IV — Morphine and Hospice!?

It was late spring and the sweet scent of peonies and lilacs were fading. Grammy would have had vases of them in the house, picked from the backyard where they had been pampered by the love of her life, my Gramps. They were her favorites, their fragrant perfume filling a room and their vibrant whites and pinks and purples a bold splash of color, just like her. They will…