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

glass of water and drank it slowly. Outside the window stood the birch tree Theo had planted the summer before he got sick. The leaves had gone gold. A magpie sat on the lowest branch and watched me through the glass as if taking notes.

I said out loud to my empty kitchen, “Okay. That’s it.”

That was all.

On November twenty-first, the wire hit at 3:51 continue reading …