I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

before he died — and one line in it made my heart stop.

For the first four years of my life, it was just Dad and me.

I don’t remember a lot from back then. It’s all just fuzzy flashes of the scratchy feeling of his cheek against mine when he carried me to bed, and how he used to set me on the kitchen counter.

“Supervisors sit up high,” he’d say with a continue reading …