A Suitcase of Promises: How I Sold My Father’s Hope for Peace

his personal effects, the head nurse handed me the suitcase. “He insisted this stay close,” she said softly.

I took it to my car. I sat in the parking lot, the engine idling, and I opened it.

Inside was his best Sunday suit—the navy blue one. He wanted to look dignified for his “Grand Return” home. He wanted to walk through his front door looking like continue reading …