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

wearing the navy suit I bought him for our last anniversary. His hair had been combed the way he did before weddings. His face looked calm, almost peaceful, which somehow made everything worse. Greg was never still in life. He always had motion in him. Fixing something around the house. Tapping his fingers while thinking. Clearing his throat before continue reading …