Part 2: My millionaire husband left me nothing in his will after 48 years of marriage except a note with an address — when I arrived there, what I saw made me fall to my knees.

I opened the envelope.

Inside was a letter.

And a small brass key.

I unfolded the paper.

My beautiful Margaret,

Happy anniversary.

Forty-nine years ago, I married the most stubborn, generous, intelligent woman I've ever known.

I laughed through my tears.

You told me I couldn't afford a wedding ring.

I told you I could afford a lifetime.

It turns out neither of us knew what that lifetime would contain.

I remembered our wedding.

A tiny church.

A borrowed suit.

A reception in my parents' backyard.

Thomas had been so nervous that he dropped the ring.

I'd laughed.

He'd whispered:

“I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you laugh like that.”

For forty-eight years, he had tried.

I continued reading.

Margaret, I know I've left you with questions.

Some of them have answers that won't make me look very good.

You deserve to be angry about that.