When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

up hoping against hope that Marcus would walk through the door, that somehow he’d realize what he’d done and come home to say goodbye to his mother. I put on my best suit, the navy one Margaret had bought me for our anniversary 2 years ago. She’d said I looked handsome in it.

I drove to the funeral home with the radio off, my hands gripping the steering continue reading …