years ago. You were there, too.” SupportVeterans
He stared at me.
“You remember me?”
“You were a little boy wearing a heron T-shirt that was far too big. You kept saluting everyone.”
A tear rolled down his cheek.
“My dad used to laugh about that.”
I smiled.
“He was very proud of you.”
Tyler covered his face.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then I asked:
“After your father passed away, how did your mother manage financially?”
He wiped his eyes.
“Some charitable fund helped us. They paid
