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

“A reminder that you messed up?”

“Yes,” I said simply. “And a reminder that when I’m old and scared, I want you to tell me the truth. Even if I cry. Even if it’s hard.”

My wife’s voice was quiet. “David…”

I looked at her. “I know you want to move forward,” I said. “I do, too. But forward without truth is just… running.”

She flinched like I’d hit a bruise.continue reading …