On Father’s Day, I Went to Thank My Stepfather—Until Something Happened That I Wasn’t Prepared For

he didn’t have to. That belief carried me through one of the darkest periods I’ve ever known.

Two years ago, my mother died.

Cancer took her swiftly and without mercy. One moment, we were discussing treatment options; the next, I was standing in a funeral home choosing flowers I never wanted to pick.

Harold and I leaned on each other through the logistics continue reading …