Fiction

When I’m Gone

Dear son, If you’re reading this, I’m dead. I’m sorry.

Illustration: Jane Corwell/Flickr

Death is always a surprise. No one expects it. Not even terminal patients think they are going to die in a day or two. In a week, maybe. But only when this particular week is the next week.

We are never ready. It is never the right time. By the time it comes, you will not have done all…