I Was the Only One at My Grandpa’s Funeral Until a General Saw His Ring and Asked Me One Question

and sit with him on the porch. He would drink black coffee and watch the trees in the distance, and sometimes we would talk about small things, the birds, the neighbors, what I was studying, and sometimes we would simply sit, which he was better at than anyone I have ever known. He always said I didn’t have to stay with him. I always told him I wanted continue reading …