I sat behind the steering wheel for several minutes before sending Adam a message.
Renee mentioned that Christmas plans have changed. Call me when you have a moment.
I almost added that I was hurt.
Instead, I kept the message simple.
Then, rather than driving home, I headed across town.
My destination was the Westdale Community Resource Center.
Walter had volunteered there for six years before his death.
After retiring from the postal service, he’d spent his Tuesdays and Thursdays delivering groceries, repairing furniture, and helping older residents get to medical appointments.
He loved that place.
He often returned home exhausted but smiling, with another story about someone he’d helped.
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