"And here I am, orphaned at fifty-five, nobody’s son, trying to plot my coördinates, to see my way clear. I’m free now—free to tell his story, their story, to the extent I know how, to the extent I ever knew it."
We're asking the question today: should stories of loved ones be passed on or kept private? do the stories of people's lives once they are gone belong to them or the ones who've survived them?
Read Mark Slouak's poignant article on losing his father via The New Yorker -"Nobody's Son"