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

back. “I’d go somewhere quiet.”

“Really? Where?”

“Cabin quiet. Maybe by a lake. No dishes in the sink. No bills on the counter. No one calling ‘Mom’ from another room.”

“That sounds lonely.”

“No,” I said. “Lonely is being needed all day and still feeling unseen.”

He nodded slowly. “I understand that.”

I thought he meant Daisy.

I did not know he meant me too.continue reading …