“What was Daniel like?”

     Her eyes teared up and she wiped them away.  I didn’t want to push much, but knew I had to some.  Even though he’d been gone for seventeen years, her love, and devotion, and care for him, was so evident, and incredibly moving, and inspiring.

     “He was the sweetest man.  He cared about every little thing.  He made every day a celebration and made sure at the end of the day he had done something good for someone.  He loved his job because he got to help people, and that was his whole life, helping people.  He and I volunteered in the midtown mission, serving turkey dinners every Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Every Friday, Daniel volunteered there, fixing...

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