Bill Torpy on the Death of His Son

“There’s no satisfying end to this, for anyone,” he said, looking at me, in a sleep-deprived, drug-induced, brain-swollen daze. “There’s no good end.”He continued: “Thank you, you’re a good author and thanks for the experience. There were some good characters in this.”Then he added: “Give me a hug. You don’t deserve this.”

Bill Torpy writes about his 20-year-old son's death from cancer.