Six days after Larry\u2019s burial, I discovered a letter in my mailbox. His familiar handwriting brought tears to my eyes. I had expected a simple goodbye, perhaps a few words of gratitude. During hospice, Larry had insisted on writing everything himself, joking, \u201cMy hand still works. Mostly.\u201d I carried the envelope upstairs, remembering his kindness and quiet humor. But beneath my name, I noticed an unexpected sentence. My fingers trembled as I finally opened it. The first line read, \u201cSarah, I need to apologize before I thank you.\u201d Suddenly, I wondered what my husband had hidden.<\/p>\n
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I sat frozen, staring at those words. Larry had been gone less than a week, yet his letter seemed to bring him back into the room. I unfolded the paper carefully and noticed several pages inside. The next sentence made my stomach tighten. \u201cNobody was going to bury me as a John Doe.\u201d I read it again, struggling to understand. Why would Larry write that? What had he been afraid of? Then I noticed another paragraph beginning with words that changed everything I believed about our marriage. I took a deep breath and continued reading.<\/p>\n
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