Amy and her husband have the two small bedside tables that my mom had had in her room in the
first last house, when my dad lived there, and then after he didn’t, and then in the apartment after she moved.
this morning Amy told me that the drawer in one of them had been stuck, her husband had had to take it apart, pull it out, something or something and in doing so had found this father’s day card from my mom to my dad. from who knows when.
not unrelated: I’d once found a card he’d sent her. on it he’d written I love you. always made me cry. always, always, always.