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

I thought about my brother’s Thanksgiving joke. I thought about my mother’s dismissal on the phone: he liked pretending he was special. I thought about the folder sitting in a cabinet for decades with no photographs, no records, no evidence of the fifty years before retirement because the evidence had been intentionally erased. I thought about the continue reading …