At my husband’s funeral, I leaned over his casket to lay a flower and discovered a folded note hidden beneath his hands. – Story
I was 55 years old, newly widowed after 36 years of marriage, when something I found at my husband’s funeral made me question whether I’d ever really known the man I loved. His name was Greg—Raymond Gregory on paperwork, but just Greg to me. We were married for 36 years. No drama. No fairytale. Just…