At my son’s funeral, my daughter-in-law looked at me and said, “Dad, don’t cry anymore. I want you to pack your things and move out within 30 days.” I nodded, packed my luggage, and left. The next morning, a special guest... appeared in front of her house. The service was held on a gray afternoon in Seattle, Washington, the kind of day where the clouds hang low over the city and the American flag by the cemetery gate barely moves. People stood under black umbrellas, holding paper programs while