He was also, conveniently or not, my boss at the firm.
« When is Daddy coming home? »
***
After the funeral, Harold just showed up. Groceries, a new washer when mine died. Sitting cross-legged on the rug, building Lego castles with Mia while I napped on the couch from pure exhaustion. Or helping with something around the house.
I was incredibly grateful.
I was also, if I’m honest, a little ashamed of how grateful I was for his support.
Harold just showed up.
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« You know he doesn’t have to do all that, » Rachel, my co-worker and friend, said to me the morning before the pool party, cornering me in the office kitchen with two mugs of coffee.
« He’s just being kind, Rach. »
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