My Neighbor Drove My Father, Who Was Blind, to Every ‘Doctor’s Appointment’ for 8 Years – After Dad’s Funeral, He Said, ‘He Made Me Promise to Tell You Where We Really Went’

We left the next morning.

Ben agreed.

We left the next morning.

Claire lived three hours away.

Ben rehearsed before we reached the highway. Every version began with an apology and ended with evidence that he had been misunderstood.

“You enjoy correcting me just as much as your father.”

I kept saying, “That part is an excuse.”

By the fourth attempt, Ben gripped the wheel.“You enjoy correcting me just as much as your father.”

“We both like being right.”

Ben snorted.

Ben considered throwing the letter into a river.

“Then today would have been Christmas for him.”

I laughed despite myself.

We stopped once for coffee, and Ben considered throwing the letter into a river.

I locked it in the glove box.

“You’re not legally entitled to my mail, you know,” Ben commented.

She had Ben’s eyes and his same blustery personality.

“Isn’t this why you asked me along?”