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

“She thinks I don’t notice when she cries in the shower. I notice everything.”

My chest tightened.

That had been our life. Not perfect. Not dramatic. Just… real.

And then, about halfway through the stack, the tone shifted.

The entries became sharper. More focused.