Living Next Door to Heaven 280 River of Life
We called it a river. Really it was just a bed of smooth stones—pea gravel—with occasional large stones interrupting it. It was where we'd brought Lexi's ashes and placed memorial plaques for Lexi, Denise, and Jack Raymond. I never thought of how my special on E! and subsequent television talk show appearances would turn this into a public shrine. "Papa Sly, is this okay?" I asked as we walked together toward the back of the ranch. "We never intended for it to become a tourist...