Mike is no longer a stranger. He’s part of the family. He takes care of my children. He helps around the house. His wife bakes cakes for my daughter.
We’re connected now. Thanks to Sarah. Thanks to grace. Thanks to love.
People might find it strange: a widow and a motorcyclist in front of a grave every Saturday.
Leave them alone.
I know the truth.
Sarah gave everything to save a little girl she didn’t know. And since then, that little girl’s father has honored her memory every week.
It’s not strange.
It’s beautiful.
That’s exactly who Sarah was.
And I’ll make sure the world remembers her.
This story is a work of fiction inspired by real human situations.
It’s not intended to provide medical advice and is in no way a substitute for the advice of a professional.
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