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

mouth, tears spilling down my face.

Greg had held this alone.

He wrote that he did not tell me because he was afraid I would blame myself, afraid I would try to fix it, afraid I would run toward danger out of loyalty to family. He described me with a tenderness that made my grief sharper and warmer at the same time.

He said I run toward fires, and he continue reading …