in himself to confirm the delivery instructions. He spoke very highly of your grandfather.”
I finally found my voice.
“Why keep it secret from me all these years?”
The lawyer hesitated.
Then answered, “Your father was very specific. He believed the cards would mean more if they felt like a simple kindness rather than an obligation tied to grief. He worried that if you knew, you would spend each birthday mourning him instead of enjoying your son.”That sounded exactly like my father, and that somehow made me cry harder.
