PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Under normal circumstances, at life’s end funeral and burial arrangements would have already been finalized and notarized. These were not normal circumstances. I was only forty years old. My sons learned that the dental hygienist was an anti-masker in her off hours and had infected dozens during their routine cleanings. I was a ghost by then.
Unconscious for days in ICU isolation, I woke long enough to say good-bye to my boys through the plexiglass – and to scrawl, “Bury me organically and plant tree” on a scratchpad — before the ventilator breathed my last.
Now I’m an oak tree.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the educational host of Friday Fictioneers.