“He wasn’t asking me to make him feel better.”
“Then what did he want?”
Daniel took a breath.Book Grief Counseling
“He wanted me to give you the dress after he died.”
“That’s all?”
“No.”
His eyes filled.
“He wanted me to turn down my new job, move back here after he was gone, and make sure you didn’t spend the rest of your life caring for everyone except yourself.”
I stared at him.Clothing
“He asked you to give up your future?”
“He wanted me to call every day. Make sure you ate. Choose where you traveled. Decide when you’d helped other people enough.”
My knees hit the carpet before I realized I had moved.
Daniel dropped beside me.
“That’s why we fought, Mom.”
He told me Richard had been certain I would organize the funeral, feed everyone afterward, answer every phone call, clean the house, and make myself useful until nobody noticed I was falling apart.
