When I called my son to tell him his mother had just passed away,

he sounded annoyed that I had interrupted his vacation in Europe. Instead of coming home, he accused me of being dramatic, while I stood beside the woman I had loved for decades, still holding the hand that had gone cold only moments before.
I believed losing Diane was the hardest moment of my life, but I had no idea she had quietly prepared for this day for fifteen years. As my son enjoyed his trip, something Diane left behind was waiting to be discovered. The truth would soon change everything his family believed about her—and about him.