Chapter 18 – Bereaved?Mamma Rossi
Saturday Afternoon, October 17th, 2014
Dana and I walked into the church where Terry’s memorial service was being held. It was only slightly larger than the funeral parlor just up the street where the viewing had been and it was filling up fast. We found seats together near the back with a little space left over for Mel when she arrived from work.
I knew from what I’d heard that Terry wasn’t a churchgoer but his wife was. I watched as mourner after mourner approached her and offered condolences. Other people were present around her, presumably his children and grandchildren. Some were crying or looked near tears. The widow herself was somber in her black attire and muted expression but otherwise dry eyed.
I whispered to Dana, “It’s not my place to judg
