The cookie jar

Ray was not only a friend, but my uncle. In July of 2004 my wife Barbara, her sister Kathy and her Husband Ron took a trip out to California to visit the girls grandparents in Los Angeles and Ray and Nancy. Before we left LA, I called Ray to let them know that we were on our way north. He told me to make sure we stop by a little town on the way and told me how to get there (Solvang). We'll we did find it, and made sure we stopped.

While there we went into a store that is usually out of my price range. Something inside me told me that we should go and lo and behold, I found a cookie jar of an older man lying down on a motorcycle. I showed it to the rest and told them it was Ray. I had to have it, so I asked the price. It was my way of telling him I loved him and gave it to him at as all his friends who have been to his house know, the bbq. I have been informed that his ashes now rest in that cookie jar.

Kevin Cummings


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