“You’re invited to a party, son,” he said, pressing it into my palm.
Inside was an old-fashioned invitation, but it was the photo clipped to it that made my throat tighten—Mike and his wife, Lorraine, from decades ago.
“She always loved a good party!” Mike said. “I thought we’d throw her one. I made sure there was plenty of food and drinks for everyone.”
Everyone on the street knew—Lorraine hadn’t left the house in months. She was fighting cancer. We’d seen the ambulance come and go, but Mike never spoke about it. The whole neighborhood came together to support them.
On Saturday night, his house glowed with warmth and joy. People laughed, shared stories, and enjoyed the music, reminiscing about old times. Mike sat beside his wife all night, holding her hand, playing her favorite songs.
We all need a Mike and Lorraine in our lives — people who bring us together and warm our hearts.