At My Mother's Memorial, He Gave Her the Reading

Synopsis

At my mother's memorial, my husband handed the reading to another woman. The letter was real. My mother did write it, to the carer who sat with her at the end, and he said the whole town deserved to hear it. It was not the first time he decided someone else should speak for me. It was the first time he did it at her grave. He gave her the microphone in front of ninety people. I said nothing, picked up my tin and went to water the rose. That tin has a chip in it. Eighteen years, and he has never once asked how it got there.