Tag: The Day After the Funeral Nothing Was the Same

The morning after the funeral, I expected nothing more than silence and the slow return to routine.   I had never assumed I would receive anything from her estate, so when her son called—angry, confused, nearly shouting—I braced myself, unsure what he could possibly want. He explained that while sorting through one of the older…

I hadn’t expected anything from her estate, so nothing surprised me.   But the following day, her son called—furious, confused, practically shouting. While going through one of the old boxes his mother had left behind, he’d discovered a letter. It wasn’t addressed to him. It was addressed to me. In it, she thanked me for…