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

white roses and I had hated them. Eduardo had hated white roses too. They were Diego’s choice.

I sat on the grass next to the fresh dirt for a long time. The groundskeeper saw me and left me alone.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” I told him. “I should have listened sooner. I should have made you listen to me when you started sleeping on the wrong side continue reading …