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

for the porch rail.

I fixed it that weekend.

It’s not perfect. My hands aren’t what they were, and one of the balusters sits about a quarter inch proud of the rest, and every time I come up those steps I see it.

I’ve decided to leave it that way.

Because he was right about me. I do get my teeth into things and hold on. That’s why the recording got listened continue reading …