I Lost My Wife the Day Our Triplets Were Born – Ten Years Later, We Found a Box Waiting on Our Porch with a Tag That Read, ‘To My Beautiful Daughters. Love, Mom’

become the whole house.

I didn’t ask June, Arthur, Nina, or Samuel to raise our daughters.

I only asked them to keep one small light burning, in case mine went out too soon.

— Cleo.”

I covered my mouth.

The girls watched me in silence.

“Did she love us?” Linzie asked.

The question broke something open inside me.

“More than anything,” I said.

“How do you know?continue reading …