After We Laid My Daughter To Rest, My Son-in-law Told Me I Had 60 Days To Leave

took one look at my face, then at the boxes, and simply said, “Which room?”

We loaded everything in under an hour.

Connor came out to the porch halfway through. Confused.

“Gerald, what’s going on? I said you had sixty days.”

I slid one last box into the van and brushed the dust from my hands.

“I know what you said,” I told him. “I just decided not to wait.continue reading …