Getting Back to Depression — and a Very Weird Flight

Alex — My Son

This installment is an extension, or continuation, of “Truths — Part 1” from several weeks ago. I haven’t been able to write much since Alex’s death. Too hard, no attention span, no interest. But to save myself, I’ve got to pick me up and continue.

I guess it should come as no surprise that someone in the family was going to fall victim to this hideous disease that has…