My Son Was Declared Gone Until His Math Teacher Found An Envelope He Left For Me

bird, and the first red clown nose Charlie ever wore. Sometimes I open the box and let memory breathe for a while.

I do not live in that box anymore.

On the twentieth anniversary of Owen’s death, Charlie and I returned to the lake alone. No ceremony. No guests. We brought the wooden sculpture. The three figures had darkened slightly over the years from continue reading …