My Teenage Son Mowed Our Lonely Neighbor’s Lawn for Free Every Saturday for 4 Years – at the Old Man’s Funeral, a Lawyer Handed Him an

Aaron read it silently at first.

You asked me to come watch Ben play.

Then he sat down.

“What?” Claire asked.

He handed her the paper.

Mr. Vance had written:

Aaron,

You asked me to come watch Ben play, and I kept telling you no.

You probably thought I didn’t care.

You deserved better than excuses.

After your mother died, I couldn’t sit in those bleachers. I tried once and turned around before I reached the gate.

You probably thought I didn’t care.

I did.

I came to three games.

I parked beyond the outfield fence where you couldn’t see me.

I should have walked closer.

I watched Ben hit a double in one. I watched him strike out twice in another and throw his helmet in the dugout. He gets that temper from you.

I should have walked closer.

I didn’t know how.

I’m sorry.

Aaron stopped reading.

Claire nodded through tears.