box contained Daniel’s watch.
A note read:
For our son.
The second held a necklace that had belonged to his grandmother.
For our daughter.
Beneath them were twelve sealed envelopes.
I picked them up one by one.
For your first day of school.
For when you turn sixteen.
For graduation.
For the day you fall in love.
Then I found the envelope that broke me.
For the day you need your dad and I’m not there.
I bent over the table and cried.
Daniel had known he might never see
