I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

wracked his skeletal frame. He was wrapped in a single thin throw blanket, the cheap fleece one Elaine—my mother-in-law—had bought at a discount store years ago. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough in a fifty-two-degree house.

He looked like a skeleton draped in gray skin that hung loose where muscle used to be. His lips were cracked and bleeding,continue reading …