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

hours.

The next five weeks were the hardest of my life, and not one dramatic thing happened in them.

That is what nobody tells you about this kind of thing. There is no confrontation in a driveway. There is no scene where you finally say the sentence you have been rehearsing. There is just an enormous amount of ordinary time that you have to walk through continue reading …