I gave up and brewed a pot of coffee in automatic mode and allowed my brain go into pilotless control wishing that same ploy would work for everything...else I had to face that day.The refrigerator was a mess of outdated milk and left-overs from only God knew when. I pulled out an uncut loaf of bread and sawed off two sloppy slices of Jewish rye and cooked them up under the broiler in the stove because there was no way the things could fit into the toaster that required neat slices cut with a lot. She toiled for days until Hailey finally came back from her business trip. When Hailey opened the door, Grace was in the kitchen, but was aware of her roommate’s return. She was still a little nervous about what she might say to Hailey but figured she could muddle through some small talk.“What’s up, Grace?” Hailey asked as she put her suitcase down.“…uhhhh…nothing much I guess,” Grace fumbled. She attempted to speak again but could not muster the words. Hailey shrugged a little at her. I was at a loss for how to respond. All I really knew to do was to be there for her, but wasn’t sure what she needed from me or even what she wanted from me, if anything. I didn’t want to come off sounding as if I was criticizing her mourning process, either, so I decided to just let it ride for the time being.It all came to a head on Easter Sunday morning. Michael’s sermon sang the praises of the joy of the Resurrection, the hope that it brings, the promise for the future that it brings, and. We hope you enjoy it and look forward to hearing your opinion of it.So here I am, parked in a lonely lot just off the highway waiting for something to happen. But nothing will happen unless I make it happen. I see a young man, about 22 or so, wearing a goofy hat just sitting in his car looking like he is waiting for something to happen too. I notice he is smoking a joint so I smile at him. He looks nervous and smiles back. I look around to see who else is in this park. Seems there is one car.