I’m a widowed father of three, and this Christmas I’d saved just $45 for my daughters’ gifts. When I saw an elderly woman come up $6 short for her granddaughter’s teddy bear at the store, I gave her my last bills. The next day, the school principal called me into her office with tears in her eyes.
This is the first Christmas I’m facing alone as a widower.
My wife, Sarah, passed away eight months ago. A sudden heart complication. No warning. No time to prepare.
She left me with three daughters, each with their own soft version of her smile.