Uncle Ray’s Full Parking Lot: When Love Arrives Only After Death

They were seeing a porch.

They were seeing themselves behind the windshield.

I didn’t need a miracle.

I needed a ride.

I didn’t need a speech.

I needed ten minutes.

The nephew’s eyes were fixed on the floor.

Like the carpet could swallow him whole.

You’re probably wondering why I didn’t say something.

Why I didn’t “communicate my needs.”

Why I didn’t “set boundaries.continue reading …