At 70, I flew home from the funeral of the man I spent 43 years with. I texted our family group chat:

message?”

“The one about your flight. About asking for a ride.”

I didn’t remember posting anything publicly. “I only sent that to my family,” I said.

Dana gave me a look I understood immediately. Somebody had screenshotted it. And shared it.

She continued carefully. “It’s been circulating locally since early this morning. A community page picked it up.continue reading …