Jun 26, 2020
I take a journey into the chest of a man I named Fred. I am moved by how different his dead body was compared to my son's.
I connect experiences and find threads that I never meant to pull on. I revisit my son the last time I saw him.
I compare and contrast how two bodies have such different destinations. I lament how deeply I lament the waste that was my son's final journey.
I feel guilt sometimes that I still live. DaVinci and Ravens are woven through this chapter.