A Thousand Different Micro Deaths and Resurrections

On losing the ones you love and the beauty in tragedy

First lieutenant Reginald Courtland Whitson. Photo courtesy of author.

Grandpa flipped his car end over end on the way to my wedding.

My grandmother recalled that before the wreck, he’d been fiddling with the knob on the radio. While tuning the station, he looked at his bride of more than fifty years and smiled. Then he lost control…