The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

texted me from the gate. Sent me a photo of his boarding pass.

So why was his car hiding behind my parents’ barn under a tarp like something shameful? Why wasn’t it in long-term parking at the airport where it was supposed to be?

I stood there staring at that silver fender, my mind spinning through explanations. Maybe he’d driven here instead of flying.continue reading …