Suddenly a breeze came up, a quick gust of wind, strong but gentle at the same time. The wind whipped through the open space at the top of the corn bin where we used to pull the wagon up and toss the corn in. It rattled a loose board against the side of the barn near the opening and caught my attention. I looked up to the opening with the dim late afternoon light shining through and making golden streaks across the old boards. It was enough to mesmerize me and still my tears for a moment. My mind went to Stephen, and I realized for the first time why I had felt such a connection with him. Finally, I looked back into the tackle box one last time.
In the bottom of the tackle box was an envelope, and my name was written in pencil on the side. I reached in to pick it up and felt my heart poun
