WALTER LIVED ANOTHER SEVEN MONTHS
Seven months of phone calls.
Meals.
Appointments.
Old photographs.
Arguments about baseball.
Stories about Adrian learning to fly.
And more honesty than the previous eight years combined.
Walter died peacefully at home.
Adrian held one hand.
I held the other.
It was not the ending any of us wanted.
But at least it wasn’t an ending built on silence.
