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

want it to be what it was.”

David had run a small commercial HVAC company out of a shop off Dickerson Pike. Eleven employees. He had built it from a single van and a used compressor when he was twenty-six years old.

“By January I had a number,” he said. “It’s two hundred and sixty-one thousand dollars, give or take. Over roughly twenty-six months. Some continue reading …