My Grandson Opened My Empty Fridge and Asked Where Grandpa’s Inheritance Went

up, I walked over to where he stood.

“You look better,” he said.

“I am better.”

We stood in silence for a moment, the fence between us, the smell of turned earth in the air.

“Those roses,” he said finally. “Dad used to say roses need patience. You can’t rush them.”

“He did say that.”

“I think he was probably talking about more than roses.”

“He usually was.continue reading …