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’

I returned to the cemetery with daisies for Maya and tulips for Sadie.

Katherine met me at the gate. Otis had a trowel.

« Cemetery rules say no planting, » he said.

I looked at the daisies. « Oh. »

He winked. « But potted daisies by the stone are fine. »

Katherine knelt beside me. « Ready? »

I set the pot by her stone. « For once, yes. »

Soil got under my continue reading …