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’

the shoebox in my lap and cried until I could no longer finish reading the letter.

On Monday morning, I entered the break room with the shoebox tucked under my arm.

It was loud, just like always.

A few people glanced toward me, and one of them, half-smiling, said, “Hey, you doing okay? Heard you went to the janitor’s funeral.”

Usually, I would have nodded,continue reading …