And so it seems only right that his tree is the one growing there, and his name the one on the bench.

He belongs in that garden.

He always did.

Chapter 25 — A Light Bright Enough

The fund had grown in a way that would have astonished the modest man who started it in our living room.

What had begun as a few families helped here and there in his final months had become, in the years since, something neither of us could have imagined: a network that now reaches well over a thousand families every year.

It provides grants for home healthcare so that the sick can be cared for among their own things.