I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

left me a ring.

He had left me his resolve, his strength, his mission.

He had passed command to me.

The tears came then—hot and silent, sliding down my cheeks unchecked.

But I wiped them away quickly.

There would be time to mourn later, time to grieve properly.

Right now, there was work to be done.

I had a phone call to make to the funeral home.

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