“When Charles passed away from a heart attack in early December, I felt the joy drain out of my world. Thirty-five years of marriage wasn’t nearly enough, and it made it even more agonizing that I didn’t get the chance to say good-bye. He was here, smiling and joking with me over breakfast, then he was gone by lunchtime.
“One morning, a few months after his passing, I was getting ready for work and came across Charles’s jacket still hanging in the corner of the closet. I traced the sleeve with my hand, then reached inside the pocket. To my surprise, I found a folded piece of paper.
“Tears filled my eyes as I read a to-do list reminding himself to get an oil change and pick up some razors and a jug of milk. But it was the last thing he jotted that cut me to my soul: Get Annie some flowers. It was so him—spontaneous, thoughtful, romantic. I crumbled inside to think that now he would never surprise me, he would never love me, like that again.
“Just as I was locking the front door to head to work, I glanced over at the snowy ground and saw a blur of bright yellow. To my amazement, the daffodils Charles had planted the year before greeted me like a bright patch of sunshine. That’s impossible, there’s still snow on the ground, I thought. But there they were, warming every corner of my heart…and giving me a sweet surprise and loving good-bye after all.”
— Annie Yager, 62, Tyler, TX
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