For 18 years, my son received a mysterious envelope every birthday—when he finally opened the last one, he discovered who had been sending them all along

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“By then, I hope the mystery made you smile.”

“By then, I hope your mother has laughed more than she cried.”

“By then, maybe you will both know that love can keep showing up long after a person is gone.”

Adrian lowered the letter and stared at the table.

By then, I was crying openly. Messy, breathless tears. The kind that burn.

“I thought…” I said, and continue reading …