My First Husband’s Dad Died Today

I feel a million miles away.

Photo by Karim MANJRA on Unsplash

I met Scott at a Kentucky Fried Chicken when we were sixteen.

He worked in the back, cooking. I worked at the registers in the front.

He was tall, his sandy hair fell over his face, and he was smart. Super smart. He talked about things that I’d never talked to a kid my age about before. Science and politics…