After 62 Years of Marriage My Husband Passed Away and at His Funeral a Girl Gave Me an Envelope From Him

letter in Harold’s handwriting. His careful, deliberate penmanship that I had watched produce birthday cards and grocery lists and anniversary notes for six decades. I would know it anywhere. Beneath the letter, when I tilted the envelope over, a small brass key clinked against the table.

I unfolded the letter with hands that were not quite steady.

“My continue reading …