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

exactly what kind of person he was.”

“And then I’d do it again,” she whispered, wiping her eyes with shaking hands. “Hoping desperately that the next time would finally fill whatever was missing inside me.”

Her raw honesty struck something deep in me, creating unexpected compassion where anger had lived for so long. All these years, I’d seen Natalie continue reading …