My Son Chose Europe Over His Mother’s Funeral Until His Wife Found What Diane Left Behind

That hug held more love than anything my son gave me that week.

The funeral was on Thursday.

I wore the charcoal suit Diane had chosen for me two Christmases earlier. I remembered her smiling in the store, touching the lapel, and saying, “Raymond, you look like someone worth knowing.”

Only five people came.

Mrs. Pette and her husband.

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