I Was Holding My Son’s T-Shirt When His Teacher Called And Said He Had Left Something Behind

pause. “Apparently he found out anyway.”

“He did,” I said. “He didn’t say how.”

“After the lake—” Charlie stopped. Started again. “After we lost him, I didn’t know how to stop coming. It felt like the one thing that still connected me to who he was. But I also didn’t know how to explain it to you without it sounding like I was making his death about continue reading …