My Family Toasted

knew he could have done it better.”

I thought of Grandpa.

Warm hands. Sharp eyes. The smell of tobacco even after he quit smoking. His steady voice telling me numbers tell stories.

Had he been hard on Dad?

Probably.

Had Dad been carrying old wounds like weapons?

Definitely.

But again, explanation was not absolution.

“So you erased me?” I asked.

Dad’s mouth continue reading …