I don't believe our father ever mentioned the son who was named after him. It was only from our mother that I heard that son talked of, and the only things she told me were the circumstances of his death. In our house there were no pictures of this boy and so in my mind's eye I painted his portrait as best I could. Four years old, light brown hair, l…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to A Lazy Marco Polo to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.