I came home from heart surgery and found my bedroom taken over. My son said, ‘Cassie needs this room. Your stuff is down the hall.’ Then I found my wife’s photograph turned face down in the spare room… and realized they had not just moved my things. They had been moving me for a long time.
My son looked me straight in the face and said, “We figured you’d want to be closer to the bathroom anyway, Dad. Your stuff is down the hall.” He said it in the same tone people use when they mention rain in the forecast or a delay on the freeway. Easy. Practical. As if the…
