A year after my husband passed, I picked up his tablet to clear space, expecting only digital clutter. I wasn’t prepared for what I found—a Twitter account he’d quietly maintained. I don’t use Twitter, but there it was: his name, his profile, and posts—quiet, tender letters to me every anniversary, some going back years.
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