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FOUR WEEKS LATER…
I held Aaron’s hand tight in mine as we watched the casket lowered into the ground. Songbirds tweeted in the warm breeze caressing my face, and I smiled, thinking of how much Phillip had loved birds.
Aaron and I had set up a feeder outside his window at the nursing home, and we’d enjoyed hours of identifying them from the tattered book I’d taken from the house.
I found it fitting that God’s creations would lift their tiny voices in song that morning since no churchgoers stood alongside us as Simply Grace members used to do when saying goodbye to an old, faithful friend.
Had Welker’s flock been anything like my sister’s in Oklahoma, I knew things would have been different.
I came out to Abby over the phone the day after leaving my job at Simply Grace. She ac
