Mr.

Christopher told me something, the day he signed it, that I wrote down so I would not forget it.

He said: loyalty cannot be bought.

But it can be honored.

And he wanted to be certain, before he died, that you and your grandson would never have to worry about a roof over your heads again, for as long as either of you lived.”

I do not think a person who has always had a roof can fully understand what those words did to me, sitting in that kitchen chair, and I want to try to explain it, for the sake of anyone who has known the other kind of life.