We were driving toward the funeral home for final earthly preparations when my, usually very non-musical, husband started singing to himself. I was holding his hand and I turned my head to my left as tears streamed down my face. What an odd time, I thought, to sing such a song. I would learn through this time more about honoring our parents in life and in death.
We were driving toward the funeral home for final earthly preparations when my, usually very non-musical, husband started singing to himself. I was holding his hand and I turned my head to my left as tears streamed down my face. What an odd time, I thought, to sing such a song. I would learn through this time more about honoring our parents in life and in death.