MY DAUGHTER CALLED ME FROM HER OWN FUNERAL—THEN WHISPERED, “MOM, DON’T LET THEM OPEN THE COFFIN.”
My daughter called me while I was sitting beside her coffin. The church was full. White roses covered the altar. A large photograph of twenty-seven-year-old Sophie stood beside the closed casket, showing her smiling on a beach in California six months before she supposedly died. I had spent three days begging the funeral director to … Read more