When My Dad Died, I Went Into the Basement He Never Let Me Enter, & What I Found Changed Everything— Story of the Day

I felt their eyes—full of pity, sympathy, but not understanding. None of them knew how much my dad meant to me. None of them knew he was all I had left.

Then I saw it.

The coffin. Dark cherry wood. Shiny.

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