A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
It still mattered.
One afternoon, I found a note from him among the financial explanations.
The arithmetic on the page was his.
I recognized the way he drew a line too hard beneath a total and then added another figure in the margin because he had forgotten something.
I remembered teasing him about it when we planned a holiday years earlier.
“You always forget the fuel.”
“You always remember enough for both of us.”