The Black Horse That Carried Two Broken Families Through Their Goodbyes
I couldn’t afford a funeral carriage for my nine-year-old daughter. I posted a desperate apology online, and the next morning, twenty-four teenagers and a giant horse blocked the church. The funeral director slid the printed quote across his polished mahogany desk. Thirty-five hundred dollars. That was just for a one-hour rental of a basic horse-drawn …