Safe Deposit

When my father died my mother and I had the task of going to the bank to retrieve the "important" papers from the safe-deposit box. My father had always been the one to handle those things so I went along to go through everything and make sure we got all the insurance papers and whatever else might be of value. We took our box down the long hallway to a little room and set it on the counter. My mother just stared  at it, she didn't really want to look, it was too real. If we found the insurance policies, etc. that meant he was really gone and we had to move on. Inside the box there was a collection of stocks from companies that no longer existed, their passports, his discharge papers from the army, birth certificates and the like. Nestled in the insurance policy jacket, knowing the only reason my mother would find it was in case of his death was a note, it was dated some years prior and said simply.

                       M-
                               I have always loved you.
                               And if it really possible to continue to,
                               then I really will.
                                                                -D