Jamie has Down syndrome, and Mom had always been the center of his world.
Three days later, during her funeral, everyone offered the same words.
“If you need anything, call me.”
“Anything at all.”
By four that afternoon, the church was nearly deserted.
Jamie remained in the front pew, tugging at his oversized tie.
“Where do I live now?”
I turned toward him. His eyes were fixed on the floor.
“With me.”