FOUR HOURS AFTER MY WIFE’S FU.NERAL, MY DAUGHTER TOSSED HER MOTHER’S OLD LEDGER INTO THE TRA.SH AND SAID, “MOM NEVER REALLY HAD ANY MO.NEY”

“It’s remarkable work,” I said, genuinely impressed by the quality evident throughout his small showroom.

“I’ve started selling pieces locally,” Bernard continued. “Nothing extravagant yet, though it’s providing meaningful supplemental income during retirement, alongside genuine purpose I wasn’t expecting to find again at this stage of my life.”

I thought about Margaret’s own workshop then, understanding Bernard’s quiet satisfaction crafting careful, patient work mirrored almost exactly the same kind of fulfillment she’d once found restoring antique clocks for her own community.