He parked.
He walked toward Emily’s grave.
And for the first time in six months, I wasn’t watching him from inside my car.
I was sitting beside him.
Two men.
One woman we both loved in completely different ways.
And a story that reminded me of something I will never forget:
Sometimes the greatest things people do are the things they never tell anyone about.
And sometimes, years after they’re gone, the people whose lives they changed are still finding ways to say:
