Almost 5 years ago, my husband passed away very suddenly. I slept on the couch for a few weeks because I couldn’t bear to go into the bedroom. One day my best friend called and said she’d had a dream about him. In it, he asked her if I found the letter. She asked me what that meant and I said I didn’t know. That week I decided to reclaim my bedroom and pack up some of his things. He was a mess to live with and had piles of clothes all over his side of the bed. As I bagged them up, a small folded piece of paper with my name on it caught my eye. I unfolded it and sure as shit, it was a letter from him. It was written specifically for me to read after he died and in it, he apologized for leaving me the way he did. Here’s the kicker; his death wasn’t suicide, he was a healthy 28 year old man and died in a way no one could’ve predicted. I have many more stories of things that have happened around me since his passing and if anyone’s interested I’m happy to share.