WHY MY NEIGHBOR WANTED CHAIRS WITH HOLES

puddles. “These ones’ll pool,” he said gently, nodding at the solid seats. It wasn’t about comfort. It was about memory. About preserving a ritual that made him feel close to her, even years after she’d passed.

A few days later, I noticed his lawn unmowed and his mailbox overflowing. After a wellness check, we learned he’d fainted from dehydration and continue reading …