When my son-in-law walked into my pregnant daughter’s funeral with another woman on his arm, I nearly lost my composure right there in the church. For a moment I was ready to march down the aisle and throw her out myself. I believed that humiliation would be the most painful part of the day. I had no idea that what would happen next would silence the entire room.
Grace had always adored lilies. Every spring she placed a small bouquet of them on the windowsill in her kitchen.
Now lilies surrounded her coffin.
As I stared at them, one terrible thought kept repeating in my mind: I would never again see those flowers without remembering this day.
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