by Gary Paul Bryant – My dad didn’t have a clue. He was on his cell phone sending a text message to his brother when he crossed the median and hit an oncoming UPS truck. I was 9. My dad was dead. I didn’t cry. I never really knew my dad. If he wasn’t on his computer, he was on his cell phone, his smart phone; text messages, phone calls, web surfing, email. He was a busy guy, until he was dead. My mom was next. She left our...

