Saying Goodbye To My Friend

I haven’t written anything in several days. But tonight I said to myself: “Even if you just type a few words, you must say something.”

On the morning of Feb. 28, I was moving, (again) packing— when I saw a Minnesota number come in on my phone. But it wasn’t Richard. It wasn’t his number, and he never called in the morning.

I answered. “Is this Celia?” a k…