I Destroyed My Best Friend’s Grave Because of What His Widow Told Me

when people try to bury it.

They buried it with him. And it still came out.

I visit Danny’s grave every week now. Same headstone. Same spot. But it feels different. The lie is gone. The weight is lifted.

I sit there sometimes and talk to him. Tell him about the club. About Rachel. About how his boys are doing in school.

Last week I told him about Kyle’s continue reading …