I Bought Medicine and Cooked Meals for My Elderly Neighbor for 9 Years – After His Funeral, I Received a Letter from Him

some. If I stopped at the pharmacy, I texted first.

“Need anything?”

His answer was always the same.

“No.”

Then five minutes later:

“Maybe milk.”

Then:

“And those crackers Daisy liked.”

Little by little, he let me see the pieces of his house that still belonged to Daisy, his late wife: her mug beside the sink, her sweater draped over a chair, her recipe cards continue reading …