To all the homes I loved before

by Nora McInerny

I moved from the home I shared with my husband in May.

He told me it was time to move on, that the house had served its purpose and would be better off as someone else’s home.

He died in November, but look, when a former co-worker tells you she has some messages from your dead husband? You go and sit on her sofa and you listen. Because guess what? He could have left you information on where he buried his treasure! Or, in my case, he might just have some good life advice. He always did.