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

asked about arrangements.

“How many people should we expect?” she asked gently. I looked around the small viewing room. “Just me,” I said.

She frowned. “What about other family members, children? My son is traveling in Europe,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.

“He can’t make it.” Mrs. Chen’s expression softened with the kind of pity that continue reading …