I Toasted, Walked Out, and Let Them Laugh. By Monday, My Father Had Proof He Was Wrong.

you know about that?”

“Uncle Robert told me. Apparently Mom made her wishes very clear before she died. You made yours clearer.”

For just a moment, shame flickered across his features. Then it hardened back to anger.

“You think you’re better than us now?”

I thought about that question carefully.

“I don’t think about you much at all,” I said finally. “That’s continue reading …