“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

the cemetery, Theo patted Grandpa’s headstone gently. “Hi, great-grandpa,” he said. “I hope you have good lemonade in heaven.” I had to turn away so he wouldn’t see me cry.

I told Grandpa about Theo starting kindergarten, about how he’s learning to read and loves dinosaurs and trucks. I mentioned seeing Dad at a family thing, how he wouldn’t look at continue reading …