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

his leather diary on the corner of the desk. He had kept a diary his entire adult life, filling it every night in the same patient handwriting. I picked it up and held it for a moment before I opened it, aware that what I was about to read would change the shape of things, and wanting one more moment before that happened. Then I opened it to entries continue reading …