Six Weeks After My Wife’s Memorial, My Son Said We Were Selling the House Without Knowing I Had Already Moved

only beginning to set it down.

“I don’t deserve this,” he said.

“No,” I said. “You don’t.”

“Then why?” he asked.

I stared out the window at the birch trees, their white trunks luminous in the late spring light.

“Because your mother loved you,” I said. “And because I’m still your father.”

Derek didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Thank you,” he said finally,continue reading …