Hitting you when you least expect it

I'm currently reading The Front Runner by Patricia Nell Warren, her trail-blazing novel from 1974 about a gay track coach and the three gay members of his track team, who transferred to his school after being kicked out of the University of Oregon because they were gay. It goes on from there, weaving her tale of love and gay rights activism, leading up the the 1976 Olympic Games being held in Montreal. I won't spoil it by giving away the ending; if you want to know, you'll have to read it. I recently read an article about Ms. Warren and it mentioned two sequels to this novel, which I was not aware of, so I ordered them from Amazon and figured I'd re-read The Front Runner again, because I have not read it since it came out way back when. Much to my surprise, while I was flipping the pages looking for my bookmark, I noticed a folded piece of paper towards the back of the book. When I opened it, it was Dennis's handwriting, detailing a couple of temp work assignments he had scheduled back in August of the late 1980s. The note did not have a year date on it, just 8/22 and 8/23. Just seeing this note in his handwriting led to a major crying spell as I sat in the car. I was already missing him a lot, and out of nowhere, this old piece of paper shows up. I don't know what to make of it. I'm probably going to be finding things like this for years, and my reaction will most likely vary depending on what I find. It was just a strange experience and I wanted to write about it, albeit briefly.