My Husband D:ied After 62 Years of Marriage – At His Funeral, a Girl Approached Me, Handed Me an Envelope, and Said, ‘He Asked Me to Give This to You on This Day’

Before I could ask her name or how she even knew Harold, she turned and hurried out of the church.
My son touched my arm gently.

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine… really.”

I slipped the envelope into my purse and said nothing more about it.

Later that evening, after everyone had gone home and the house had settled into the quiet that follows a funeral, I finally opened it at the kitchen table.