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

existed at all, which is the part that I still find hardest to sit with. Two hundred and seventy-four thousand of my son’s money is largely gone, spread across two years of vehicles and rent and a boat that got repossessed in 2024.

Some restitution was ordered. I will see a fraction of it, decades from now, in payments of forty dollars.

I did not do continue reading …