I thought of you when I returned to work.

I thought of you when I called my grandson after two years of silence.

I thought of you every time I was tempted to turn away from someone because helping was inconvenient.

You do not owe me an introduction, a visit, gratitude, or a single minute of your time.

I wanted only to tell you that what you did mattered, long after the rain stopped.

With admiration, Walter Bellamy.