At 82, I Found

I’d need a map after I got lost in my own foolishness.”

He looked at the carved letters of her name.

“You were right. About all of it.”

He tried to continue, but his throat closed.

A truck passed on the road beyond the cemetery fence. Somewhere nearby, a bird called.

“I loved you,” Frank said. “But not right. Not bravely. Not with my whole face turned toward continue reading …