He nodded. “I found her photo online. I recognized her instantly. I messaged her to thank her, but she never answered. Then I found her obituary.”
He swallowed hard. “So I came here. Every Saturday. To tell her that Kaylee’s alive. That her kindness saved a life.”
The Memory That Came Flooding Back
Fifteen years ago, Sarah and I had saved $40,000 for a kitchen renovation. One morning, she told me she’d spent it on “something important.” I was furious. We fought about it for days.
I remember her saying softly, “You’ll understand someday.”
And now I did.
She hadn’t just saved a child. She’d saved a family. And she never said a word.
Tears blurred my vision. “You don’t have to stop visiting,” I told him. “Please… keep coming. She’d like that.”
He nodded, eyes glistening. “Your wife was one of the best people I’ve ever met. And I only spoke to her for five minutes.”
