The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

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Caleb nodded slowly. “Grief is reality.”

Michael’s face reddened slightly.

“Dad,” he said, ignoring Caleb, “I’m not trying to be cruel. I’m trying to prevent you from falling because you tripped over a dog.”

I laughed once, bitter.

“I’ve fallen already,” I whispered. “Just not the way you mean.”

Michael’s mouth tightened.

Then he said, “So what’s your plan?continue reading …