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

Will you marry me anyway?”

Michael looked startled by my attempt at humor, then visibly relieved.

“Would that have worked?” he asked hopefully.

“Probably not,” I admitted honestly. “But neither did saying nothing for six years. At least the first option would have been honest, even if poorly timed.”

We sat in weighted silence, years of secrets and coincidences continue reading …