My sister laughed at our father’s funeral. Not a nervous sob, but a real, joyful laugh, standing right next to his casket in a red dress. When our aunt asked her what was so funny, she wiped her…
My sister laughed at our father’s funeral. Not a nervous, grief-stricken laugh, but a genuine, happy laugh, the kind you hear at a party. She stood next to his casket in a bright red dress, wiping tears from her eyes. When our aunt asked what was so funny, she said she was just so relieved. … Read more