My Son Dropped Me Off at the Airport, Saying It Was So I Could Go Visit My Aunt in Ohio. But I Had No Ticket, No Luggage—Just My House Keys and an Old Family Photo. At a Cafe, I Watched the Local News and Saw Him Standing in Front of My House, Telling a Reporter That I Had “Passed Away Peacefully” and the Estate Sale Would Begin at Noon.
The One-Way Trip to Nowhere The drive to the airport was uncharacteristically quiet. My son, Robert, kept his eyes fixed…