I Opened a .mil Email the Night My Family Buried Me Alive

empty seats. My smile locked in place while everybody else got hugged and pinned and photographed. I thought about how normal it had felt, at least for a while, to stand there alone and keep my chin level.

Maybe somebody had noticed.

Maybe all the wrong things in my life had accidentally built a use for me.

I should’ve gone to my hotel and slept. Instead continue reading …