Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

did not shake as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blue paint formula card. It was a thick, stiff piece of cardstock, the edges slightly frayed from years of sitting in my late husband’s old tackle box. I had held it under the desk lamp earlier, memorizing the penciled numbers on the back, but now I had to rely on my touch in the dim room.continue reading …