At My Husband’s Funeral, a Teenage Boy I Had Never Seen Before Walked up to Me and Said, ‘He Promised You’d Take Care of Me’
“Daniel, stay with me!” I cried. “Please, don’t do this!”
But he was already slipping away.
His hand had gone slack before we’d even reached the hospital.
“Please, don’t do this!”
The funeral was small.
Mostly family, a few coworkers, and some neighbors.
I stood by the casket, greeting people I barely registered.
“I’m so sorry, Margaret,” my sister Claire whispered.
“He was a good man,” his boss said.
“Call me if you need anything,” someone else added.
