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

golds, spreading colors across the wooden pews that seemed almost too beautiful for a day devoted to loss. My sons flanked me throughout the service, Marcus on my left and Steven on my right, their hands steady on my arms, and I was grateful for their bodies beside me because I was not entirely certain I would remain upright without them.

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