My Son Chose Europe Over His Mother’s Funeral Until His Wife Found What Diane Left Behind

His voicemail was full. I had received one text the night before: Dad, you know I’d be there if I could. You understand?

I did not understand.

The chapel held twelve rows of chairs. Eight of them were empty. Mrs. Pette came with her husband, Gerald. Diane’s old friend from the department store, Bev, came wearing the same soft floral perfume Diane used continue reading …