{"id":27027,"date":"2025-08-30T12:47:57","date_gmt":"2025-08-30T12:47:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/?p=27027"},"modified":"2025-08-30T12:51:28","modified_gmt":"2025-08-30T12:51:28","slug":"my-daughter-skipped-my-wifes-funeral-for-a-napa-trip-and-my-daughter-went-wine-tasting-when-she-called-the-next-day-for-money-i-refused-dont-expect-us-around-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/?p=27027","title":{"rendered":"My daughter skipped my wife\u2019s funeral for a Napa trip. , and my daughter went wine tasting. When she called the next day for money, I refused. \u201cDon\u2019t expect us around anymore,\u201d she threatened. I didn\u2019t have to do anything. I just told one person the truth. The town turned on her. But the most devastating blow wasn\u2019t from me. It was the secret note I found in my late wife\u2019s Bible, and the one line written about our daughter\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I stood in the kitchen that Tuesday morning, the house heavy with the silence that follows death. The scent of Linda\u2019s jasmine tea lingered, a ghost in the air. Her mug sat on the counter, a faint, perfect circle of lipstick on the rim\u2014a color she\u2019d never wear again. My wife of thirty-eight years was gone. For two days, I had been submerged in the mechanics of her funeral, a task our only child, Rachel, should have shared.<\/p>\n<div class=\"code-block code-block-1\">\n<div data-type=\"_mgwidget\" data-widget-id=\"1833417\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inpage\">\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inner\">\n<div id=\"hbagency_space_218532_1\" class=\"hbagency_cls hbagency_space_218532\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>I dialed her number, my thumb hovering over the screen. Outside, Linda\u2019s rose bushes bloomed defiantly in the autumn sun.<\/p>\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inpage\">\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inner\">\n<div id=\"hbagency_space_218532_2\" class=\"hbagency_cls hbagency_space_218532\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Rachel answered on the third ring, her voice bright and distant. \u201cHi, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inpage\">\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inner\">\n<div id=\"hbagency_space_218532_3\" class=\"hbagency_cls hbagency_space_218532\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>I laid out the details with a voice I barely recognized as my own. \u201cThe funeral is Thursday. Eleven a.m. You\u2019re listed as a pallbearer.\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inpage\">\n<div class=\"hb-ad-inner\">\n<div id=\"hbagency_space_218532_4\" class=\"hbagency_cls hbagency_space_218532\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>A pause stretched, long enough for me to imagine her fighting back tears. I was wrong. \u201cOh, Dad, I can\u2019t,\u201d she said, her tone appallingly casual. \u201cEthan and I have our anniversary trip this week. Napa. It\u2019s been planned for months. It\u2019s kind of a once-a-year thing, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/?p=27029\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-26790\" src=\"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/comntinue-reading.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"905\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/comntinue-reading.jpeg 905w, https:\/\/newsx48.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/comntinue-reading-300x75.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/newsx48.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/comntinue-reading-768x191.jpeg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 905px) 100vw, 905px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I stood in the kitchen that Tuesday morning, the house heavy with the silence that follows death. The scent of Linda\u2019s jasmine tea lingered, a ghost in the air. Her mug sat on the counter, a faint, perfect circle of lipstick on the rim\u2014a color she\u2019d never wear again. My wife of thirty-eight years was&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/?p=27027\" class=\"more-link\">Read More<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &ldquo;My daughter skipped my wife\u2019s funeral for a Napa trip. , and my daughter went wine tasting. When she called the next day for money, I refused. \u201cDon\u2019t expect us around anymore,\u201d she threatened. I didn\u2019t have to do anything. I just told one person the truth. The town turned on her. But the most devastating blow wasn\u2019t from me. It was the secret note I found in my late wife\u2019s Bible, and the one line written about our daughter\u2026&rdquo;<\/span> &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27027"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=27027"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27027\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27032,"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27027\/revisions\/27032"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=27027"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=27027"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsx48.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=27027"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}