The Death of My Fear

It was a late spring in a rural northern county, far in my youth. The era of the latch key kid was over but I was on my way home, alone. I was old enough to be responsible enough to know enough to try and be responsible. I guess.

By this stage in my life I had witnessed lung cancer and the slow painful death of my grandfather. I had experienced being the only responsible party present for calling 911 to aid my father during…