“Daniel!” came Jack’s voice.
“I’m sorry, what?” Danny said, swallowing hard.
“Father Johnson asked if you want to say anything during the homily?” Danny realized he hadn’t noticed the priest had entered the room. “I’m going to do the first reading; Paula will lead the prayers of the faithful. Do you want to say anything since you were so close to Aunt Daisy?”
Say anything? Danny thought. You bet I want to say something. I want everyone to know that Aunt Daisy was the only one who really knew me, was there for me, and understood me. I want everyone to know what a wonderful lady she was. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to. He choked up telling someone about a beautiful sunset. He cried at pet food and Budweiser Clydesdale commercials for God’s sake.
“No, that’s okay. I’d rather not,” he
