On the windowsill, a glass jar held seeds he had saved from the summer’s tomato harvest.

Richard placed his briefcase on the desk.

“There are a few things we need to discuss,” he said.

“The estate administration will take time.

There’s insurance to review, property tax to pay, and some paperwork before the house can be formally transferred.”

I nodded.

These were matters Grandpa and I had discussed, though hearing Richard say them made his death feel more real.

“He also wanted you to have this today.”