📝 “Her Note Was Only 8 Words – But I Read It Every Morning”
📝 “Her Note Was Only 8 Words – But I Read It Every Morning”
– The Line That Keeps Him Breathing
Des Moines, Iowa. 2020.
In a modest one-story home with wind chimes on the porch,
Frank DeWitt, 79,
starts each morning the same way.
He boils water.
Pours his coffee.
Sits by the window.
Opens the drawer.
And unfolds a note — creased and fragile with time.
It reads:
“Don’t forget: You are still my whole life.”
💌 The Day It Was Written
His wife, Lorraine, left the note on the fridge the morning of her surgery.
It was meant to be simple.
Routine.
Benign.
But complications came.
And she never came home.
💔 What Remained
Frank packed up her closet slowly.
Donated most things.
Kept her perfume.
And the note.
He framed it at first.
Then took it down.
“Didn’t want it behind glass.
I needed to feel it in my hands.”
📖 The Ritual
For 1,267 mornings and counting,
Frank has read that note.
Sometimes aloud.
Sometimes through tears.
Sometimes smiling.
“It’s not just a goodbye.
It’s an assignment.”
🧓 When Asked Why
A neighbor once asked,
“Do you think she’d want you to move on?”
Frank replied:
“She already gave me what to move on with.
Her words.
That’s more than most get.”
🕯️ The Power of 8 Words
He’s memorized them.
Could recite them in sleep.
But still, he reads it — because she wrote it.
With her pen.
On her paper.
From her heart.
🕊️ Moral of the Story?
Sometimes, the people we love leave us a map made of language.
A line so honest,
so full of them,
that we carry it like oxygen.
Even if it’s just 8 words.
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