My Coworkers T.e.as.ed Me for Eating Lunch with the Lonely Janitor Every Day for 11 Years – At His F.u.ner.al, His [email protected] Pulled Me Aside and Said, ‘Mr. Wilson Left This for You’

at nothing. But I was still sitting at our table.

He had saved that too.

There was a photo from the day after my mother’s funeral, the half sandwich visible between us on the table, my hands wrapped around a coffee cup as if it were the only steady thing in the room.

Charles had quietly recorded eleven years of my life, capturing moments no one else had continue reading …