If he saw me struggling with groceries, he would quietly walk over and carry the heavy bags inside.
If something in the yard needed moving, he’d appear with his gardening gloves before I even asked.
Every Christmas morning there was always an envelope in our mailbox.
Inside was twenty dollars and a small note:
“For candy for the girls.”
We weren’t close.
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