My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For

I placed Arthur’s photograph above it.

Not perfectly centered.

For a while, that bothered me.

Then I stopped moving it.

The blue folder went into a desk drawer.

I reviewed the records occasionally.

Not daily.

Linda had taught me to distinguish between documents worth preserving and disputes that no longer needed constant attention.