At my granddaughter’s funeral, her dog wouldn’t stop barking at the coffin. when I walked
Hesitated, then reached for the coffin’s lid with respectful reverence. The creak of the hinges sounded unnaturally loud in the silent church. As the lid slowly lifted, an audible gasp rippled through the room. Inside, Lily lay as serene as we had last seen her, but there was something else—an almost imperceptible rise and fall… CONTINUE READING »