My Dad’s Ring Belongs to the Goddess Now
6 min readAug 25, 2021
In December of 2005, the night before Christmas Eve, both of my parents were killed in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. A few days later, I was making arrangements in a funeral parlor in Texas with my sister, her husband, and my ex. We were all young and not very rich, and when we heard how much it was going to cost to have our parents’ remains shipped back to Wichita Falls from the crematorium in Fort Worth…
