he sat in the back and left before Michael could see him.
“I wasn’t brave enough to face those memories,” Dad admitted.
Eventually, he stopped answering.
And after several more years, Michael’s letters stopped coming.
I was still absorbing everything when the captain’s voice sounded over the aircraft speakers.
“Good afternoon, everyone. We’re about forty minutes from Columbus. The weather looks excellent, and we expect a smooth arrival.”
There was a pause.
“Before we begin our descent, I’d like to share something personal.”
Dad stiffened.
“Nearly fifty years ago, I
