Through the years, he had followed my life from a distance my games, my graduations unable to reach out because of the promise he made. He gave me a key to a safety deposit box, filled with letters and proof of the quiet life he built for me from afar. His final wish was simple: to see me one last time before he passed.
Visiting him brought every emotion crashing down, but also gave me the closure I didn’t know I needed. After his death, the letters slowly turned my bitterness into understanding. I created a scholarship in his name a way to honor the love behind his silence, and begin healing through forgiveness and truth.
