If he had simply allowed all that invisible love to remain invisible.
A whole family came into existence because of one strawberry shortcake bar.
Walter taught me something I still think about constantly.
Most of us move through life believing we aren’t really being noticed.
The crossing guard.
The cashier.
The neighbor.
The teacher.
The ice cream man.
All these people standing at the edges of our days feel almost invisible to us.
And we probably feel invisible to them.
But sometimes that isn’t true at all.
Sometimes someone remembers your order.
Sometimes someone notices that you always say thank you.
Sometimes someone quietly hopes you turn out okay.
And sometimes that small affection becomes part of someone else’s entire life without you ever knowing.
Walter spent the last years of his life doing one thing.
Making invisible love visible.
Finding people who had no idea they had once mattered enormously to someone.
