The Day After the Funeral, Nothing Was the Same

I let him talk, let him unload all the emotions that came crashing down on him. Then I told him honestly: the letter wasn’t meant to hurt him.

It was simply her way of expressing gratitude in the only safe, quiet way she felt she could.

There was no hidden agenda, nothing to argue over, nothing to blame. Just the truth she wanted us both to know.

What she hoped, more than anything, was that he would understand how fast time moves—and how important it is to show up for the people we care about while we still have the chance.

Her words were her final attempt to reach him.Continue reading…