
I loved that when I would walk to his front door and see him sitting in his usual spot on the left side of the couch, I would open the door and when he saw me he put a smile on his face. I would always say “Hello, sir!” and he would say “Hello my girl. Let me hold your hand for a minute.” I would walk over to him, give his hand a squeeze, and he would always say, “I’m proud of you, honey.”

