At My Husband’s Funeral, I Opened His Casket to Place a Flower and Found a Crumpled Note Tucked Under His Hands

One call. One hospital visit. One doctor saying, “I’m so sorry.” My life split cleanly into Before and After.

At the viewing, I felt hollow. I had cried until my skin hurt. My sister had to zip my dress because my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Greg looked peaceful, dressed in the navy suit I bought for our last anniversary. His hair was neatly combed. His

hands folded like he was resting.

I brought a single red rose. When I leaned in to place it between his hands, I noticed something else—a small white note tucked beneath his fingers.

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