Years passed
Years passed, and as I watched the impact of the donations, I felt Dad’s presence, a quiet reassurance beside me. He’d left me something invaluable: a guide to living a meaningful life. I knew he was proud of how I’d chosen to honor him, his legacy now woven into the fabric of our community. Michael even came to understand my decision, though jealousy always lingered a bit.
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