Let My Children Bury Me

A Mother’s Prayer

Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash

The worst kind of loss

My grandparents buried a son in the early 1970s. He was in his early twenties and died of a drug overdose. They found him in the bathroom with a needle in his arm.

My father, who was barely twenty at the time, shouldered much of the burden of what this tragedy did to my family. He has never really spoken…