The Morning After My Son’s Funeral An Airport Worker Called About The Bag He Left Behind

silence before an answer. You learn to watch what people do with their hands. You learn that the truth rarely arrives loudly. Most of the time it slips into a room quietly and waits to see who notices.

I retired in 2019. I thought the courtrooms were behind me.

My son David was forty-one when he passed. The official report called it sudden cardiac failure.continue reading …