The Sticky Note That Nearly Broke Me

The memories are like mist, and maybe I’m seeing ghosts

Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash

I’ve written much about my dearly departed husband’s penchant for keeping things — not throwing anything away, that is. But color me surprised to find a yellow sticky note with directions to my house.

Bob’s friend, Randy, offered to help me clean out the room over the garage. I…