At My Mother’s Funeral My Sister Thought She Had Won Until I Opened the Door

me before, to please escort Wendy out, she was upset.

“I’m escorting myself out,” I said.

And I did.

The weeks that followed were the kind of weeks that restructure a person from the inside whether they want to be restructured or not. My mother came over and helped me cancel the venue, the caterer, the florist. My father handled the deposits because I continue reading …