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My husband and I were at his father’s funeral, a day that already felt heavy from the moment we woke up. His father, Richard Thompson, had been a powerful and well-known businessman—admired by many, feared by some, but loved deeply by his family.
The reception afterward was held in a high-end restaurant, completely rented out for the occasion. Everything—from the polished silverware to the towering white floral arrangements—felt formal, quiet, and a little suffocating.
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