It wasn’t a love note—it was a message from someone who clearly carried both gratitude and grief. That evening, I shared the note with my son. His response was simple but wise beyond his years: “Mom, maybe he just needs a friend. Everyone needs one.” A week later, I texted him—not for repairs, but to invite him for coffee with my family.

He showed up nervously, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked on the way. Over tea, he opened up about moving to our town after his wife’s passing and how hard it had been to start over. Slowly, he became more than just a technician.

He became a friend—someone who helped with odd