I Flew Fourteen Hours To My Son’s Wedding Until His Bride Told Me I Never Mattered

right here.”

“Did Joselyn tell you to ask me that question?”

The silence that followed is one I will carry for the rest of my life. It was the silence of a son who had just been asked the one question he did not have a good answer to.

“Mom,” he said. “I have to go.”

He hung up.

That evening I drove to Lake Hood at dusk and sat by the seaplane base watching continue reading …