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

When I said my name, she stood up.

“He said you’d come,” she said. “I’m very sorry, Mr. Coleman.”

She closed the door and sat me down and did not offer me any of the things people had been offering me for four days. No condolences about a difficult time. No talk about a better place.

She said, “How much do you already know?”

I told her about the recording.continue reading …