I didn't know how to respond, so I pretended I hadn't heard him. Then I turned toward the photo of my parents and said shyly, "He's finally learned how to joke around. That's a good thing..."My parents wore warm smiles in the picture, as if they were looking at me through the thin layer of glass. Somehow, that brought me a little comfort. My nose stung, and my eyes grew misty. At last, I managed a smile. "Dad, Mom, I'll be okay."The funeral went ahead as planned. I wore a long black dress with a small white flower pinned beside my temple.I'd thought I'd cried all the tears I had left, but standing there, surrounded by the quiet solemnity of the service, the weight of my loss settled over me once more.When the pastor began his eulogy, I couldn't hold back my tears.Charlie gently placed a hand on my shoulder, but for once, I didn't even think about pulling away.My parents had been by my side for so long that their presence had become part of who I was. Now, I was at my most vulner
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