The Day I Died

I was born with the name David DeLuca. I’m a woman. My grandfather picked my name before my parents were even married. My grandmother ran our family The Way Grandfather Would Have Wanted. She told us how to dress, where to go to school, how to act, how to think, and what to believe.
When I was still in elementary school, I fell in love with my husband-to-be, Willard Halloran. When I was eighteen, we eloped. This is the story of the day I died.