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

about since 2011. Call Aunt Judy back.

You spent your whole life writing down what happened to other people. Go have something happen to you.

I love you. Thanks for teaching me to keep records.

D.

I sat on my kitchen floor with that piece of paper for a while.

Then I got up, and I went out to the garage, and I found the two-by-fours I had bought in 2011 continue reading …