I Cried at My Daughter’s Grave Every Sunday for a Month – Then the Cemetery Groundskeeper Told Me, ‘Please Don’t Cry. You Don’t Know the Whole Truth About Your Daughter’

the next page, she had written:

« Dad says artists become burdens. Mom says he just worries. »

Below that was one line that cut through me.

« I wish she’d stop trying to make him kinder. »

I sat down hard on the wet grass.

Katherine knelt across from me.

« Dad says artists become burdens. »

« I need to know everything, Katherine, » I said. « Please. »

« Then continue reading …