A Body Floating in the River

On life-changing adolescent experiences

Matthew Osgood
Jul 30, 2019 · 11 min read
The Merrimack River / Image Credit: Francois Gossieaux

II was thirteen the first time I saw a dead body.

I do not mean in the sense that my mom walked me up to the casket in a flower-scented funeral home in my navy blue suit coat to say goodbye to my grandfather; Nor do I mean that my life was plagued by wakes and funerals beginning at an early age.