My dad told us he was a mid-level manager at a parts distributor

up to the casket, places a folded flag on top, salutes, and then hands my mom a sealed envelope with a heavy golden seal stamped across the flap.

No words. Just a sharp nod, then he walks off, heels clicking like thunder across the church floor.

Mom doesn’t say anything. She just clutches the envelope like it might burn through her fingers. My sister,continue reading …