I Was Looking At a Photo of My Late Wife and Me When Something Fell Out of the Frame and Made Me Go Pale
The day I buried Emily, all I had left were our photos and memories. But that night, when something slipped from behind our engagement picture, my hands trembled. What I found made me question if I had truly known my wife at all. The funeral home had tied a black ribbon to our front door. I stared at it, the key suspended in the lock, wondering who thought it was necessary. As if the neighbors didn’t already know I’d spent the afternoon at the cemetery, watching them lower my wife into the ground while Rev. Matthews spoke of angels and eternal rest….
