During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

I thought was cold and gray inside a wooden box.

I hit him square in the chest.

PART 2

“You made me bury you!” Robert winced. “Ah, Terry…” “Don’t ‘Terry’ me! I wept for you in front of half the family!” “I’m sorry.” “I kissed a closed box thinking you were in there!”

His eyes filled with tears. “I know.”

I hit him again, softer this time. And then I hugged continue reading …