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

for you in the hospital. She kept asking when you were coming to see her. Silence.

Marcus, I have to go, Dad. Sophia made reservations at some fancy restaurant. We’ll talk when we get back.

And just like that, he was gone again. I sat there in the gathering darkness, surrounded by the debris of a life Margaret and I had built together, and realized something continue reading …