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

But he was also right about the other part.

A man can spend his whole life sitting very still in the back of a room, writing down other people’s lives with perfect accuracy, and reach the end of it having recorded everything and lived almost nothing.

I’m seventy now. I go fishing on Tuesdays with a man named Earl who talks too much. I called Aunt Judy.continue reading …