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

them from a distance. With a locked door. With the law standing between us. With a guarded heart.

The message that saved me that rainy night read: “I’m alive.” But the one that truly woke me up was the other one: “Don’t trust them.”

Not because a mother should ever stop loving her children. But because no mother should love so blindly that she allows continue reading …