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

insufferable.”

Charlie smiled. “Definitely. He’d correct our phones for fun.”

“He’d have opinions about your clown material.”

“He already did.”

We laughed. Then we cried. Grief, after many years, becomes less concerned with looking organized. It comes and goes like weather.

We placed the sculpture between us on the bench. Not as a grave marker. As company.continue reading …