Going through a loved one’s belongings is like stepping into chapters of their life you never knew existed. When my family and I began sorting through my dad’s things after he passed, we expected nothing more than the usual relics of an ordinary life—frayed jackets, old tools, yellowed receipts tucked into drawers.
But buried beneath those everyday objects was a small wooden box that changed everything we thought we understood about him. Inside lay his wedding ring, wrapped with surprising care in a folded piece of soft cloth. Resting beside it was a note, only partly unfolded, beginning with the words: “I didn’t wear it because…”
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