At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

he’d deliberately withheld.

As the final hymn concluded and mourners began to file out toward the cemetery for the burial, Natalie bolted from the pew with obvious panic, clearly intending to avoid any interaction or explanation.

The instinct to let her go, to avoid confrontation at our mother’s funeral, warred with my overwhelming need for answers. continue reading …