During My Husband’s Burial, His Horse Knocked the Coffin Lid Loose
It was a gray, overcast morning, the kind of day that seems to carry the weight of every sorrow in the world. The air was cold and damp, and a heavy silence hung over the cemetery as family and friends gathered to bid farewell to my husband.
I gripped my handkerchief tightly, my fingers trembling not only from the chill but from the rawness of grief that had settled in my chest like a stone.
For over twenty years, he had been my companion, my confidant, the person who made…
It was a gray, overcast morning, the kind of day that seems to carry the weight of every sorrow in the world. The air was cold and damp, and a heavy silence hung over the cemetery as family and friends gathered to bid farewell to my husband.
I gripped my handkerchief tightly, my fingers trembling not only from the chill but from the rawness of grief that had settled in my chest like a stone.
For over twenty years, he had been my companion, my confidant, the person who made…
