The cardboard sympathy-card box was still in my hands when Daniel said, “That’s what Dad said you’d do.”
Richard had kept their final argument from me for four months. Now my son stood at his father’s funeral in a faded pink dress, watching me organize everyone else’s grief.
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By nine that morning, I had already corrected the spelling on a flower card, found an extra chair for Richard’s elderly cousin, reminded the funeral director that my husband hated organ music, and answered the same question about the reception six times.Find Grief Counseling
“Tisha, sit down,” my sister said.
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve said that all morning.”
“Because I am.”
I wasn’t.
Richard was lying ten feet away in a polished wooden casket, and our only son still hadn’t arrived.Order Custom Logos
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Richard had fought cancer for eleven months. During the last three, he could barely lift his tea without both hands.
Daniel should have been beside us.
Instead, four months before Richard died, I came home from the pharmacy to find our wedding photograph shattered on the hallway floor.
Daniel stood beside it with a suitcase, his face wet with tears.
“I can’t believe you asked that of me!”
Richard was gripping the back of a chair for support.Clothing
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“I have no other choice.”
Daniel’s face crumpled.
“Then you’ve lost your son!”
He walked out.
By the time I reached the sidewalk, his car was already gone.
When I went back inside, Richard was sitting on the stairs.
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He stared at the broken photograph.
“This has to stay between Danny and me.”
“He’s my son too.”
“I know.”
“Then tell me.”
Richard closed his eyes.
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Over the next four months, Daniel still answered when I called, but every conversation eventually reached the same wall.
“Mom, I love you. But don’t ask me to forgive Dad.”
I hated Richard for refusing to explain.
I hated Daniel for leaving.
Mostly, I hated myself because while the two men I loved tore something apart between them, I had no idea what I was supposed to fix.
