They Said They Did Not Recognize My Grandson Until I Responded

to lose.

There was just space.

Evelyn moved out of state. I helped her pack on a cool afternoon, the two of us working in a comfortable silence that would not have been possible a year earlier, wrapping dishes in newspaper and labeling boxes until she said, without particular preamble, “They seem smaller now.”

I looked at her.

“Our parents,” she said. continue reading …