To the Bullet in my Dad’s Brain
You destroyed more than a man — you need to know what you did
Nov 8 · 7 min read
It’s been eighteen years since we first met. We’ve never really talked. We should. There are some things I need you to know.
Do you remember that June morning in the ICU when we met? I was seventeen. A somber nurse called to introduce us. She left a message on the answering machine…


