No One Came to My Husband’s Funeral. They Were All at My Sister’s Engagement Party.

director, Mr. Patterson, picked me up promptly at nine, his kind eyes assessing my emotional state.

“Are any family members riding with you in the family car?” he asked gently.

“No,” I replied. “They’ll meet us there.”

At least, that was what I’d been told. My parents had called the previous evening with assurances they’d arrive early to help greet people.continue reading …