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I slit slowly and carefully and pulled out a note card.  I opened it and a smaller envelope was inside that.  Alright, enough drama.  I began to read.

‘Little Babies before you open the small envelope take a deep breath then don’t freak.  It’s a little thank-you, for being you, as you would say.  I hope you came to the wedding Little Babies because it was really our day… you and me.  Thank you for taking care of me.  You were my Gift From the Sea Little Babies.  My love was permanent… it just wasn’t able to be possessed.  And I did love you from that first moment on.  We are apart but we have each other… don’t we?  I love you Little Babies.  Teri’

I slit open the smaller envelope… another card and a folded check.  I read the card.  ‘Don’t let your stupid pride interfere with this.  I KNOW you need surgery.  At least now you won’t have additional headaches trying to figure out how to pay for it.  You remember how you used to tell me it made you feel good to be able to take care of me.  Well, don’t take that away from me because this is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.’

It was a cashier’s check for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

My phone rang and I couldn’t answer it… matter of fact I couldn’t move. I felt like someone had reached in and removed my reasoning.  I was numb.