or discussing the trivialities of the neighborhood gossip. These moments were perhaps the most profound, proving that we didn’t need words to understand the bond we had forged through sheer consistency.
These visits became the highlight of my week, a grounding force that reminded me of what truly mattered. I grew to love the old man not just as a neighbor, but as the grandfather I never really had. I assumed our Sundays would go on forever, or at least for a long time yet, but time is a thief
