I ran into a guy who had been a good friend of our family for years, and all he could talk about was my husband. His favorite memory was when my husband, who was very sick, weak, and could barely speak, called the friend when his house burned down, offering to help in any way he could. Needless to say, the friend was overwhelmed by my husband’s thinking about how he could help him, even when my husband was very sick. It makes me feel good that people have such fond memories of a great guy.
