Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

baby. I love you so much.”

Then Jessica stepped forward.

She leaned close to the casket, and for a moment I thought maybe I’d been wrong about her. Maybe underneath the designer clothes and cold efficiency, she was grieving too. Maybe she’d loved my son in ways I hadn’t seen.

But then I heard her voice, low enough that most people couldn’t hear, but continue reading …