I didn’t go to my mother’s funeral. Daddy wasn’t the type to believe in “closure,” especially not for a five-year-old. Carol took me out to the toy store and movie theater to watch The Incredibles. I knew all of this special attention was a distraction; I just didn’t understand why until later. By the time I got home, Jessica had cleaned up any signs of the funeral luncheon and we never mentioned it, not until they took me to the cemetery three years later, when they thought I was old enough to understand.
I’d much rather go to the toy store and movie theater than sit in St. Michael’s Cathedral and listen to strangers talk about what a great man Daddy was. As a high-ranking cop who died in a high-profile way, Daddy g...
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