My Daughter Chose A Birthday Dinner Over Her Mother’s Funeral — That Night, I Changed My Will

for a long time before responding: How about Saturday at 10? The place on Maple Street where your mom and I used to go.

Okay, she wrote back. Then, after a pause: I’m sorry, Dad. I’m really sorry.

It wasn’t enough. Not yet. Words are easy; change is hard. But it was a beginning.

And sometimes, when you’ve lost everything else, a beginning is exactly what continue reading …