My heart raced because I had no idea what to expect. My mind struggled to process the thought of my husband keeping a secret from me.
Carefully, I approached the garage and started crying.
The garage was packed with boxes, each of them carefully labeled as clothes, tools, toys ready to be donated to those in need.
I always knew my husband was the kindest person who wanted to help everyone, but I never assumed his generosity went that long. It turned out he had been helping and donating for years. There was a little notebook where he was writing down the names of those who needed donations and those who donated to the good cause of making someone’s day and life a bit better.
In a tiny corner on the front page of that notebook, he wrote, “If anything happens to me, I hope someone continues this.”
Discovering that garage was like discovering a piece of my late husband’s soul. In that moment, I felt closer to him than ever before.
And yes, I was the person to continue his work now that he was gone. It was obvious that stepping up for the community was something close to his heart, and I wouldn’t let his kindness and generosity end with his passing.