 |
To help our five-year-old son with the trauma of his pet goldfish's demise,I agreed he could "send the goldfish back to God" any way he wanted. Expecting him to give the goldfish a proper burial in our flower garden, I was surprised to receive a call from our rural area's postmaster. "Could you come over?" She asked. "I have something to show you." I headed right over. "A lot is expected of the post office," she said, laughing, "but this is the most amazing delivery we've ever been asked to make!" On the outside of a business-sized envelope printed in big blue capital letters I recognized Ben's printing: To God from Ben. Inside the envelope was a very flat, dead goldfish. |
|