I returned home from a work trip to find 100 roses delivered to my wife – then I noticed the note hidden inside one of the bouquets

small card attached.
Some had handwritten notes, others had names: children’s names, parents’ names, and families.

My stomach tightened for an entirely different reason.

“Jane,” I said quietly.
“These are from your students.”

She nodded as a fresh wave of tears rolled down her cheeks.

I understood immediately.

For months, I had watched my wife slowly lose continue reading …