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

onto my finger before kneeling beside Greg’s grave. The wind moved through the grass, and the sky looked too wide, too ordinary for a world that had lost him.

“I’m mad at you,” I whispered. “And I miss you so much I can’t breathe.”

I let the silence answer the way it always does.

Then I added the truth that had settled in me since finding the note.

“But continue reading …