Meant to Be
The True Story of a Son Who Discovers He Is His Mother's Deepest Secret
Chapter One
I immediately recognized the blue suit. He had bought it years before from Mr. Freeman, a salesman who sold clothes and shoes door-to-door in our old neighborhood. This suit - the only one he owned - had seen some weddings and retirement dinners in its time, but mainly it had been worn to funerals. And now it had arrived at its last funeral: his.
The morticians had carefully dressed him in the old blue suit, a white shirt and a blue tie, then placed his body inside a polished wood casket, arranging his forearms so that his right hand crossed neatly over his left. It was on his face, though, where the craftsmen of the Burr Davis Funeral Home in Mount Vernon, New York, had proved their craft, accomplishing a remarkable feat: The late William Henry Anderson seemed serene - his eyes closed, his expression neutral, as if he were enjoying a deep and peaceful sleep.
Where is the rage now? I wondered.
A few hours earlier, my brother Bill had given me a copy of the obitua ... read full excerpt from: Meant to Be ebook