I was planning to show you everything on our fiftieth anniversary.
I suppose we'll have to settle for forty-nine.
A sob escaped me.
One more thing, Margaret.
I know you think the trust was the greatest thing I left you.
It wasn't.
The money is only money.
The greatest thing I ever had was the chance to grow old beside you.
And the greatest thing I hope I've left you is permission to keep living.
Don't spend the rest of your life guarding my memory like a museum.
Laugh.
Travel.
Make friends.
Spoil Lucy.
Argue with Julian when he burns spaghetti.
I laughed and cried at once.
Julian covered his face.
Thomas continued.
And if you ever find yourself sitting at a crowded table surrounded by people you love, don't think you're betraying me.
Think of how delighted I would be to know you're not alone.
Forever your grateful, foolish husband,
