I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.

Elise slipped her hand into mine.

“One Sunday at a time,” she said.

It was a phrase we would repeat whenever the work grew bigger than we expected.

PART 18

There were difficult Sundays too.

Volunteers canceled.

A guest became upset because someone had taken his usual chair.

Another believed we should use the inheritance to distribute cash directly to everyone in the neighborhood.