By the time I reached the final page, my tears had soaked the paper.
How could I have been so blind?
I’d thought I was protecting myself… but in doing so, I’d abandoned someone my husband loved. Someone who only wanted connection.
I arranged a small memorial for Daniel.
Just a simple ceremony at the local church. I invited Maria, a few of his coworkers, and even some people from the shelter he once stayed in. I said a few words, then read from his journal. People cried.
He had touched more lives than I ever realized.
