Standing there, I was overwhelmed, realizing the quiet generosity he had carried without ever mentioning it. It was like discovering a hidden piece of his heart.
Among the boxes, I found a small notebook written in his hand. It contained names, reminders, and notes about people he wanted to help. At the bottom of one page, he had written gently: “If anything happens to me, I hope someone continues this.” Tears welled up in my eyes not from sadness, but from the deep love and quiet devotion he had shown. In that moment, I felt closer to him than I had in months. Continue reading…
