I Came Home From A Cruise At Eighty Three Until I Heard The Truth§

and the strange way grief changes the sound of a house. About Charleston rain and Savannah heat and the fact that neither of us had any patience left for people who spoke loudly in restaurants.

The next morning, he asked if I would walk the deck with him. I said yes.

By the end of the cruise, I had watched the sun rise over water so blue it barely seemed continue reading …