A Day of Grief and Support

Day One had been the hardest. Watching her husband Zachary trying to pin the torn bit

of black ribbon to his jacket with trembling hands nearly broke her. Grace had walked

over and taken the ribbon from him. As she pinned it to his lapel, Zachary pressed

his forehead to hers and whispered, “Thank you.” She couldn’t even speak. She’d only nodded

and kissed him quick. Taking his hand, they left his childhood bedroom. Feeling lost among

Zachary’s Jewish family, Grace decided keeping her mouth shut and staying close to

her husband would be her strategy for the day. Zachary’s grief at his mother’s

unexpected death two days ago had been so deep and acute that Grace hardly gave her