My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

bag, and go straight into the kitchen because my mother was worried the centerpieces looked uneven.

That was what I had done that day.

I had left my small house outside Pittsburgh at 9:40 in the morning. I had stopped once for gas, once for coffee, and once because my daughter Marin needed the bathroom and a bag of pretzels from a Sheetz off Route 79.continue reading …