The Satellite Son and the Cane Son: When Money Can’t Carry Grief

I nodded. “I know.”

“I want to be normal,” he said. “I want to sleep. I want to laugh at something stupid. I want to go on a date without feeling like I’m abandoning someone.”

He looked at the dirt.

“And I want to stop being angry at you every time I remember she called your name.”

My chest tightened.

“I can’t change what happened,” I said. “But I can stop continue reading …