We pulled away from the curb, headed to the airport, my father was driving and I was seated behind him. His girlfriend was the front passenger and my wife was seated behind her and next to me in the backseat. I smiled Continue reading “On Grief”
We pulled away from the curb, headed to the airport, my father was driving and I was seated behind him. His girlfriend was the front passenger and my wife was seated behind her and next to me in the backseat. I smiled Continue reading “On Grief”