At my daughter’s funeral, my son-in-law leaned close and murmured, “You have 24 hours to get out of my house.” I held
The church was packed—coworkers, neighbors, distant relatives, and strangers whose faces I barely knew, all gathered to mourn her. White and blush flowers crowded the altar, their sweet scent heavy in the warm air. Candles trembled in tall brass holders, throwing unsteady light across the ancient stone walls. Somewhere behind it all, the organ played…