I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

something else slipped out from behind it. It was a thin piece of paper, folded twice.

My name was written on the front in Dad’s handwriting.

My hands started shaking as I unfolded the paper.

It was a thin piece of paper, folded twice.

It was a letter, dated the day before he died.

I read it… Tears ran down my cheeks.

I read it again, and my heart didn’t continue reading …