Eventually, I sent Adam a message.
Renee mentioned that the Christmas plans have changed. Call me when you have a moment.
I wanted to tell him how much the cancellation hurt. I wanted to ask why nobody had bothered to speak to me directly.
Instead, I kept my message short.
Then I started the engine and drove in the opposite direction from home.
I was heading toward the Westdale Community Resource Center.
Walter had volunteered there for six years before he died.
After retiring from the postal service, he spent Tuesdays and Thursdays delivering groceries, repairing furniture, and helping elderly residents get to their medical appointments.
He came home exhausted on those evenings, but there was always a smile on his face and another story about someone who needed a little help.
He used to tell me that a person’s circumstances could change overnight, and that kindness mattered most when someone felt forgotten.
