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

“I know,” I said.

“She must have hated me.”

“No. She knew you would miss it. She forgave you before it happened. That was who she was.”

He covered his mouth with one hand and turned his head toward the window. Mrs. Pette’s porch lamp came on next door. “I don’t deserve that,” he said.

“No,” I said quietly. “You don’t.”

He looked at me then, startled. Maybe continue reading …