My parents left Wisconsin, forever, last Saturday morning at dawn. Their ashes were contained in two urns in the trunk of my car – my dad’s made of solid wood, my mom’s of intricate cloisonne.
….My parents were permanently leaving the state that had shaped all of our lives. It was in Wisconsin that my father was able to prove his talents as a reporter and editor, where my mother reared four children and became a noted editor in her own right at the University of Wisconsin Press.