in other ways.
That was when I learned more about Mr. Walter than I had in eight years of motherhood.
The Love Story Behind the Birthday Cards
His wife, June, had died 12 years earlier after a long illness.
They had never had children.
He lived alone, kept a vegetable garden in the summer, and still brought his own coffee every day in the same dented thermos.
One of the school secretaries, Linda, had known him and his late wife longer than anyone. She told us that the birthday cards
