For 18 years, my son received a mysterious envelope every birthday—when he finally opened the last one, he discovered who had been sending them all along

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.

Adrian asked, “So Thomas never wanted credit?”

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