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

Don’t leave them packing for a trip they’ll never take.

PART 2 — The Suitcase Was Only the Beginning

The suitcase didn’t stay in my trunk.

I tried. I really did.

The night after the funeral, I carried it into my house like a thief carrying evidence. Not heavy—leather and cloth don’t weigh much—but it felt like I was dragging a whole year behind me. I continue reading …