True story. At the trust meeting, my daughter said: “She has no say.” I reached into my bag and…

go.

I told him his word still meant something because I had made sure of it.

I sat there until a groundskeeper came through on a riding mower, and the moment ended the way moments do, quietly and without ceremony.

My neighbor Norah came over that evening.

She always did on Thursdays. Had for years, since her own husband had moved to a care facility and continue reading …