The Echo of Abuse and Love

On the day of my father, David Ford's funeral, it was raining cats and dogs outside.

With my mother having passed away long ago and the remaining relatives not being close, I was left alone to handle all the details of the funeral.

At the hospital, I watched as my father's body was covered with a white sheet.

Then, I followed the funeral home staff to deal with the various processes.

It wasn't until I was at the graveyard that I finally had a moment to breathe and gather my thoughts.

Colleagues and friends attending the funeral kept asking me, "Why isn't Josh here?"

"He's been on leave these past few days and didn't come to work. How could he not attend his father-in-law's funeral?"

But when they saw my calm expression, they quickly retracted their words.

Indeed, why wasn't Josh Spencer here?

As my father's apprentice, he should have come to help.

As my husband, he should have been here to stay with me.

Yet, he wasn't.

With a heavy heart, I dialed his number again, only to be met with a busy signal.