They Gave My Daughter-in-Law Everything at My Son’s Funeral. I Got a One-Way Ticket to France—and Took It.
I never expected to bury my child. It’s the most unnatural thing in the world, standing beside the polished mahogany casket of your son, watching as they lower it into the ground while you remain above. Richard was only thirty-eight. I am sixty-two. This was not how it was supposed to be. The April rain…