My Daughter Refused To Allow My Presence At My Husband’s Funeral—“You Don’t Deserve To Be Here”—But The Attorney Stood Up And Read The Will. I arrived at St. James Church in Riverside, California, five minutes before the service, the winter air thin and sharp, the bell tolling like a warning. I’m seventy-two, and I have learned how to move through a room without disturbing the flowers. Black dress, old hat with a small veil, gloves tucked into one palm. I planned to slip quietly into the last pe