The Morning After My Son’s Funeral, an Airport Worker Called and Said, “Your Son Checked In”

close, and I could hear a car engine idling underneath.

“Dad,” my son said. “If you’re hearing this, then something happened and I didn’t get to say it to your face.”

I had to stop it there. I had to get up and stand at the sink with both hands on the counter for a while before I could sit back down and start it again.

“I need you to listen all the way continue reading …