Proof The Bible Is True

One day in the middle of January, I was in the living room sifting through the mail when I came across an envelope addressed to my late husband, Bruce. I hadn’t gotten mail for him since shortly after he died, in 2004—a good 10 years before. Well, I shouldn’t say good. We were married 55 years and I still missed him every day.

 

I missed going to craft fairs with him. The carnations he’d give me “just because.” Our Valentine’s Day celebrations. That was a really special day for us because Bruce had proposed to me on February 14. I always baked him a heart-shaped cake, vanilla with pink icing. Bruce always made sure to get me an extra-romantic present.

 

I touched the gold heart charm on my necklace, the last Valentine’s gift Bruce had given me. Why was I suddenly getting mail for him now, 10 years later? It seemed almost cruel, a reminder of how long I had been alone.

 

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