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

me what I had done.

I told him he had two hours to get his things out of my house.

He said, “You can’t do that.”

I said, “Son, I built this house before your mother was old enough to drive. Two hours.”

He was gone in fifty minutes.

The case took fourteen months to resolve.

I am not going to pretend that fourteen months was clean or that I was steady through continue reading …