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

him.

Like a piece of broken furniture that cluttered up the living room. Like garbage that needed to be taken out but could wait until later.

I looked back toward the living room where a war hero was shivering in his own filth, his body shutting down, waiting for death to take him because his family was too busy having fun in the sun to care.

I felt something continue reading …