At My Husband’s Funeral, I Placed a Rose in His Hands and Discovered the Note He Never Got to Give Me

I saw my name.

Mara.

Greg was the only person left who still called me Mara the way he did, like it was more than a name. Like it was something he treasured.

My breath caught as I read.

He wrote that if I was holding the note, it meant he did not get to tell me something himself. He apologized. He asked me not to let them bury him with it because it was continue reading …