At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Whispered Six Words

was lying. I knew which side of the bed he slept on when he was angry with me, and which side when he was angry with himself.

In April, he started sleeping on the wrong side.

He’d come home late from the warehouse in Vallejo. He’d shower before kissing me. He, who had always kissed me first and showered second, for thirty-four years.

Then the calls. Always continue reading …