At My Grandfather’s Will Reading My Father Said I Would Get Nothing

something more than a place.

They felt like relief.

My grandfather’s lodge became my only constant.

At first, I visited when I could.

Then I started planning my weeks around it.

He never asked why I came.

Never treated my presence like something that needed justification.

He would hand me a cup of coffee, nod toward a chair on the porch, and let the silence continue reading …