He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

one evening, pouring himself wine. “A full family trip, one last memory together.”

His smile was too wide, his eyes too careful. I looked at Grandpa, sitting quietly beside me, his fingers tapping an invisible rhythm on the table. He didn’t seem to register the conversation.

But when I leaned close and whispered to him, “You want to go on an adventure?continue reading …