At my father’s funeral, my brothers stood beside his coffin and mocked the black dress I had borrowed. “Dad left everything to us,” the oldest whispered. “You’ll leave here with nothing.”

They expected me to cry.

I didn’t.

I placed the rose on Dad’s chest and said, “That’s strange, because he called me three hours before he died.” Familyhistory research

Grant’s smile faltered.

Only briefly.

Then he gave a small laugh and straightened his silk tie. “He was delirious.”