After Grandma died, Grandpa lived alone, and I drove two hours every Sunday to visit him. My cousins laughed that I was wasting my weekends, but I kept going until Grandpa passed away last winter. While cleaning his room, one cousin found his diary, and when I opened it, I saw that he had recorded every Sunday I came to visit\u2014sometimes for coffee, sometimes to fix things, and sometimes just to sit with him. Beside every entry were the same two shaky words: \u201cWorth it.\u201d Near the end, Grandpa wrote that after Grandma died, Sundays were the only days he didn\u2019t feel completely alone, because someone still chose to show up for him. On the final page, he left me the house, writing: \u201cNot because you came the most, but because you came when there was nothing to gain.\u201dREAD MORE BELOW <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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