What a man can’t remember, doesn’t exist for him.
–Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity
The news came by text from my older sister. I just had a policeman at the door. Dad died. Found deceased in his apt. I don’t know any other details yet. I was grocery shopping with my daughter, and she was growing impatient, squirming in her stroller. I quickly wrote back: thanks for letting me know. I’ll call you. I tried calling my sister later that night, but she didn’t answer. I didn’t call again.
My father’s death was not a shock. Months before, he’d been…