There Was an Extra Place at the Table for My Late Husband—That’s When My Son Went Pale

the fence line.

Then my body moved without permission from my brain. I walked toward him on legs that didn’t feel like mine, crossed the space between us that felt like miles and inches at the same time.

“You’re dead,” I said, and it came out as barely a whisper. “I buried you.”

“I know,” Robert said, and tears were streaming down his face now. “I’m sorry.continue reading …