Dad placed a full box on his porch steps and tapped lightly on the glass window, prompting a wave from the sweet old man inside.

We visited a local trailer community to drop off food for a young mother whose husband was hospitalized, an apartment complex housing several elderly residents, and a home with a wheelchair ramp belonging to a veteran named Curtis who had lost his legs in service.

Curtis greeted us warmly on his porch with a thermos of warm coffee, sharing sweet memories of how my mother used to bring him fresh peach pies every August.

After dropping off the final boxes at Saint Jude’s food pantry, Dad drove us to the peaceful cemetery located on the hill behind the church.