I’m seventy years old now. Twenty years ago, just after an early Christmas visit, my son, his wife, and their two children left my house to drive back home. – Story
People say time heals everything. I used to believe that—until I learned some truths don’t fade. They wait. And when they surface, they rearrange your entire past. I’m seventy now. I’ve buried two wives and most of my old friends. I thought I understood grief. What I didn’t understand was that I wasn’t finished grieving—I…