My Daughter’s Funeral, My Last Goodbye

Brandon's widowed sister-in-law, Sabrina, was expecting a baby.

At our daughter’s funeral, while the scent of lilies still clung to the air and the priest’s final words barely faded, he stood there with his arm around her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like we weren’t burying a child.

Our child.

He didn’t even look sad.

Then he glanced at me, his voice smooth, rehearsed. “Sabrina’s a good person. Even after everything she’s been through, she still came in person to pay her respects.