you.”
“She didn’t know me,” he said. “Probably didn’t even remember. But I remember her.”
He motioned to the ground. “Can I tell you what happened?”
We sat — me on one side of her grave, him on the other.
His name was Mike. He was forty-seven, a mechanic, single dad. His daughter, Kaylee, had been diagnosed with leukemia at nine. Insurance covered part continue reading …
