Brenda and Matt Petke: as I will remember them |
On Sunday afternoon I came home from a meeting in Dover to find that Matt had raked up all the leaves in my yard because he knew that with stitches in my back from recent surgery I would not be able to do it. He had also detailed my eldest daughter's car and done a variety of small tasks for all of his neighbors. Matt didn't like sitting still.
We sent our nine-year-old grandson down to his house a little later to give him a pumpkin pie in appreciation for his work. Laughing, he told Shane that he was tempted to sneak a piece of the pie before he took Brenda out to dinner that night.
I'm always going to hope that he did.
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