In lieu of a wedding ceremony gown she wore blue denims, a white shirt and a pullover sweater. I experienced on a corduroy jacket.

There experienced been no invites or RSVPs. No rented hall. No church.

In lieu of a minister, we had a mayor.

She did not consider my title. She had a person of her personal.

Unsuspecting mates had been invited to our apartment for pizza and beer.

In lieu of a reception, there was a occasion.

That was her way.

Her needs had been apparent. Her directions unambiguous.

In lieu of just about anything official, there is everyday.

Usually.

Even now. Specially now.

In lieu of bouquets, cacti

So there have been no announcements, no invites or RSVPS. No rented corridor. No church.

No funeral property.

In lieu of a cemetery, there is the desert.

In lieu of a procession, stroll the dog.

In lieu of a headstone, there are river rocks or boulders or hollowed-out sandstone.

In lieu of flowers, there are cacti.

In lieu of sympathy cards she would advise you publish a note … to your spouse, your wife, your son or daughter, your mother or father. Not a textual content. Not an e mail. A be aware. On paper. With a pen. Then put it in an envelope and publish the handle on the front, and attach a stamp to the upper righthand corner, and mail it.