Three days before my wife died, she grabbed my hand and said, “Seek your first love… and please forgive me.” After 36 years of marriage, I was not prepared to discover what I had done

So I put my hand on the tombstone and whispered,

“I wish you had trusted me enough to tell me before.

Then I took a deep breath.

“But I forgive you.

And for the first time since Linda died, I left without feeling like I was leaving something unfinished behind.