My Son Called at Midnight About the Blanket His Wife Threw Away

He stood like a man who’d finally heard the crack in his own life.

A week after that, he came by with a small cardboard box.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Stuff from the shower.”

Inside was the card I had written for the blanket.

A package of sugar cookies in blue icing.

And, to my surprise, a little silver rattle from Emily’s gift table.

I looked up.

He scratched continue reading …