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

The handwriting was careful and precise. “Blue ink.”My children and I will always adore you, even if we are never able to be together the way we deserve.”

I didn’t understand the words for a moment.

Then I did.

Greg and I were childless.

Our children.

Greg and I were childless.

It’s not that we didn’t desire them. since I was unable to.

Tests, appointments, and quiet bad news for years. I sobbed for years into his chest as he muttered, “It’s alright. I’m with you. That’s sufficient. You are sufficient.

This was written by whom?

However, it seems that somewhere there were “our kids” who loved him “forever.”

My vision became fuzzy. I took hold of the sink and gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

Smeared mascara. swollen eyes. I appeared to be a cliche.

This was written by whom? With my husband, who had children?

I refrained from crying. Not at that time.This was placed in his coffin by someone.

I searched for the cameras.

There was a man in a gray uniform in the security room, which was a little office with four monitors. The name on his name tag said “Luis.”