Last night I read a post from Donna, a fellow member of a widow/widower Facebook Group that I am a part of.
She shared a simple story of something that her husband did for her, right before he passed away.
This story really touched my heart.
Pictured is the note, and here is her post:
Today I was shopping with my two daughters and went to put something in the console of the car and found this. It was not there two or three days before he died, as I had gotten something out of it. He must have snuck it in there on the way to the hospital the last time. I thought he would be coming home with me, he knew different. I swear I almost couldn’t keep it together. If the girls hadn’t have been with me I’m not sure how I would have handled it.