In June 1981 I moved from New York to Florida with my first husband and six-month-old son to be near our families. In December 1981, about a week after my son’s first birthday, my stepfather died. I flew to New Jersey with my mother to attend the graveside ceremony. It was a small gathering, also attended by my brothers and a few cousins. We flew home the same day and my mother observed
Mourning Has Broken
Mourning Has Broken
Mourning Has Broken
In June 1981 I moved from New York to Florida with my first husband and six-month-old son to be near our families. In December 1981, about a week after my son’s first birthday, my stepfather died. I flew to New Jersey with my mother to attend the graveside ceremony. It was a small gathering, also attended by my brothers and a few cousins. We flew home the same day and my mother observed