After My Husband’s Funeral I Came Home And Found My In Laws Packing Suitcases Like It Was Their House

I came home from my husband’s funeral in a black dress that still held the warmth of the afternoon and the faint, sickly sweetness of lilies.

I had been bracing myself for the silence. That particular silence grief produces when there is finally nowhere else to be, when the receiving line has ended and the casseroles have been accepted and the last continue reading …