The Fifteen-Year Resurrection (I Buried My Son Over a Decade Ago but Today He Walked Into My Store)
Chapter 1: The Slow Erosion of the Soul I buried my son, Barry, fifteen years ago. But “buried” is a sanitized word, a term used by those who have a headstone to visit and a plot of earth to maintain. For me, the word has always felt like a lie, a placeholder for a finality … Read more