I Opened My Late Wife’s Forbidden Drawer—and Found a Key She Hid

life.

I take the shoebox and remove one thing:

A blank index card.

I find a pen.

And I write, in my clumsy, practical handwriting:

“FOR SARAH.”

Then I draw two stick figures.

One tall and bald.

One short with crazy hair.

Their hands touching.

Underneath, I write:

“I’m trying.”

I put the card in the drawer.

Not hidden. Not secret. Right on top.

Because here is the continue reading …