“Help me up, son.

My knees are not as reliable as they used to be.”

Chad reached down immediately, taking Dad’s hand and holding his elbow securely until my father was standing steady on his feet.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Chad asked earnestly.

Dad reached down and picked up his dented metal bucket, holding it out toward Chad.

“The green beans are located on the left in nine long rows,” Dad instructed kindly.

“Your mother prefers the yellow squash, but she will need green beans as well.