After my brother’s funeral, his widow handed me a letter. I didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly wasn’t prepared for what was inside. As I opened the envelope, my hands trembled. The letter, written by my brother, was addressed to me—his last words for me, hidden away all this time.
As I read, I learned shocking secrets. My brother had been battling inner demons for years, things he had never shared with anyone. He confessed his regrets, apologized for mistakes he’d made, and even revealed how he wished he’d been a better brother to me. But there was more—he’d written about a financial situation I had no idea about, one that affected our entire family.
The letter opened a floodgate of emotions. It was both a heartbreaking farewell and a glimpse into a man I thought I knew, but never truly did. It left me with more questions than answers, and an aching sense of loss.
