Chapter 22
Chapter 22
We held Daddy’s funeral in the same little chapel where Teddy’s had been conducted and buried him not far from where Teddy lay. The early April weather was a far cry warmer and the drama more subdued. Momma wept through much of it and repeatedly squeezed my hand as she sat between me and Hannah. Drake sat with their kids on the other side of Hannah, and Alissa sat next to me. The funeral home had suggested a preacher at our request, and honestly, it didn’t really matter to me. I was grateful that Momma did not ask me to preach as she had done when Teddy was buried. The last thing I wanted to do was preach Daddy’s funeral, especially with uncovered memories now repeatedly intruding into my mind. Despite any mental effort I made, the images kept coming back to haunt m
