I Was the Only One at My Grandpa’s Funeral Until a General Saw His Ring and Asked Me One Question

the image of the man I had known against the one I was being given. The man who fixed my bike and made burnt pancakes on Sunday mornings and fell asleep in his chair with the news on. The man who sat on the porch and watched the trees with tired eyes that now seemed tired in a specific and explicable way. Tired from carrying something at a weight most continue reading …