Impact growing
The impact of the donations grew, and so did my connection to the community. I visited shelters, offered support, and saw Dad’s values in every act of compassion. My siblings watched from a distance, surprised and, at times, regretful. Michael couldn’t quite understand it, but Clara seemed to see the wisdom in Dad’s choices and occasionally volunteered. I was happy with her change. Dad would have been proud.
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