Going through a loved one’s belongings is like opening chapters you never knew were part of their story.
When we began sorting through my dad’s things after he passed, we expected nothing more than the usual odds and ends—old jackets, worn tools, faded receipts. Instead, we uncovered a small box that completely reshaped what we thought we knew about him. Inside lay his wedding ring, carefully wrapped in a soft cloth, along with a handwritten note that began, “I didn’t wear it because…”
