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

sharp, slanted hand. Clothes. Electronics. Documents.

And right there in the entryway, untouched and utterly disregarded, sat Bradley’s temporary urn beside the flowers that had come with it from the funeral home. They had already begun to droop slightly at the edges.

Something moved through me then that was not quite grief and not quite rage. It was continue reading …