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

fell to his knees. “I didn’t want you to die! Richard said it would just be a scare!” Richard snapped at him, “Shut up!”

Robert closed his eyes. I think right then, something truly died. Not his body. His hope.

I walked over to my sons. To the two men who had once been little boys sleeping feverishly in my arms. The ones I packed lunches for. The ones continue reading …