After My Brother’s Funeral, His Widow Gave Me a Letter – I Wasn’t Ready for What He’d Confessed
The morning of Eric’s funeral was heavy with gray, amplifying the silence around me. I stood at the front of the chapel, squeezed between my parents, feeling the weight of grief: my brother was gone. My mother sat like stone, her eyes fixed on the casket, while my father whispered to a cousin, avoiding…
