Losing my son Ben changed everything. At just 15, he passed away after a long and difficult illness—and with him, a part of my world was gone. In the days that followed, my home was filled with flowers, condolences, and extended family offering support. But over time, the messages stopped, the visits faded, and most quietly moved on.
Everyone, that is, except Daniel—Ben’s best friend.
For three years, Daniel was a constant presence. While others struggled to find time, Daniel showed up every weekend without fail. He brought comics, stories, and laughter to Ben’s hospital room. Even in the most difficult moments, Daniel stood by his side.
One evening, as Ben rested, he took my hand and said, “Dad, if I don’t make it, give my college fund to Daniel. He deserves it.” I nodded through tears. It was a promise I would never forget.
After the funeral, Daniel continued to visit. He brought a small wooden box filled with keepsakes: a photo of the two of them, Ben’s hospital bracelet, and a handwritten thank-you note. On quiet Tuesdays, we’d meet for coffee, sharing memories and stories. When I asked about his plans, Daniel admitted college seemed out of reach—his family was struggling, and tuition wasn’t in the picture. Still, he lit up when talking about engineering and design—dreams Ben had always encouraged.
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