while.
The final paragraph was shorter.
He wrote that forty-four years with me would be enough.
More than enough.
He said he would choose those years again rather than have a few extra ones if those extra years cost me everything.
His body had spent decades building, carrying, repairing, and working.
If it couldn’t do those things anymore, he wasn’t angry.
He even mentioned the watch.
He wrote that he hoped I found the watch first and the envelope second because he had tried to hide the letter just enough.
