No One Came to My Husband’s Funeral. They Were All at My Sister’s Engagement Party.

want you to worry about the house after—”

“Bobby, no,” I interrupted, tears filling my eyes. “We don’t need to talk about after.”

He reached for my hand with effort. “We do, love. I need to know you’ll be okay.” He gestured toward the envelope. “Read this when I’m gone. Promise me you’ll read it alone.”

I nodded, unable to speak through my tears.

“And continue reading …