The last time I saw my father, he was standing over my mother’s fresh grave in front of everyone, telling me I had “some nerve” for showing up to her funeral after ten years away. I thought I had…
The morning I walked back into Millhaven, I counted every crack in the sidewalk just to keep my hands from shaking. Twenty-two cracks between the parking lot and the front door of Hargrove and Sons Funeral Home. I know because I counted twice. My mother had been dead for four days. I had known about … Read more