Still, it had been my wife’s final wish, and I’d promised her I would do it.
I had absolutely no idea why Carol wanted this, but I kept my promise.
After searching through countless Facebook groups and making phone call after phone call, I finally found Anna.
She lived in another city about four hours away from me.
And one weekend morning, I drove there.
I found Anna’s house and sat in my car for a long time, wondering what on earth I was doing there.
Finally, I gathered my courage and knocked on the door.
I recognized Anna immediately.
Her hair was gray, and she had wrinkles just like I did, but it was unmistakably her.
I said hello and explained everything about Carol.
Anna greeted me and offered her condolences.
