When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

I stood up on shaking legs. My voice cracked as I talked about how Margaret made the best apple pie in the county.

How she’d stayed up all night when Marcus had pneumonia as a child. How she’d worked two jobs to help pay for his college education. I didn’t mention that Marcus wasn’t there.

Everyone could see the empty seats. After the service, as the continue reading …