My Seventy Eight Year Old Neighbor Gave Me A Key To Her Shed And I Was Not Ready For What I Found

pie, every wave, every small moment. That was my way of loving you, sweetheart.

It may not have been enough. But it was everything I had.

You were the sweetest part of my life.

I set the letter down on my knee when I could not see the words anymore. Across from me, my mother was already reading hers, her hands very still on the page, her face moving through continue reading …