My Brother Brought a Moving Truck to My New House

passed, when Dad handed Ryan the old tackle box that had belonged to our grandfather. Brass latches, cigarette smell in the felt lining. Family thing. Ryan didn’t even fish much. He thanked Dad, and then Dad turned to me and gave me one of Mom’s scarves still knotted from the nursing home laundry.

I don’t mean that to sound ungrateful.

I mean he looked continue reading …