Actually, this is something that I kept putting off because I dreaded it so much. Days of promising myself that I would write tomorrow became weeks. Weeks became months, and now months have become a year. A year. It sounds so inept. Such a tiny word to encompass so very much. I know you probably ...
I tracked him down, sitting on a bench outside the sporting goods store. I surveyed him from a distance, once again feeling amazed at how much he’d visibly aged since the last time I’d seen him. At eighty-four, he was still undeniably robust and extremely energetic, but the emotional strain of th...