I asked an elderly neighbor (a widow, who uses a walker to get around) if there was anything extra I could do for her, other than bringing in the mail and newspapers.
She smiled and asked if I might take her to the cemetery to visit her husband’s grave – something she hadn’t been able to do for a long time.
I stopped on the way to buy some flowers and placed them in an urn on the monument’s base. She just sat there, in her transport chair, quietly reflecting on their years together. The look on her face wasn’t sorrowful but bittersweet – a blend of sadness and joy.
It was a privilege to be part of it.
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