Someone to Sit in the Foxhole: A Grandfather’s Speech That Changed Everything

then tapped it gently. “I kept it. Because I didn’t want him to disappear.”

Maya’s voice dropped. “Sometimes I feel like I’m disappearing.”

I held her gaze.

And I didn’t say something inspirational.

I didn’t say “it gets better” like a bumper sticker.

I said the truth.

“Then you need a foxhole,” I told her. “A real one. With real people.”

Her eyes flicked continue reading …