When my husband died, (No matter how much times goes by, I still feel strange typing those awful words), our family felt comfortable choosing a traditional way of saying good-bye to him and paying our final respects: he was laid to rest in a beautiful coffin and we held a lively wake and Catholic Mass so that everyone could gather and share their precious memories of his short time with us.
At that blurry point, our son and I were in the most vulnerable condition of our lives and so was everyone else who loved and adored him. He was … Read More
