“Your wife would appreciate this, I think,” Bernard said, apparently noticing my reflective expression. “Understanding her sacrifice helped create space for exactly this kind of quiet, meaningful work to continue happening in the world.”
“I think you’re right,” I said. “I think she’d find gnuine joy watching exactly this kind of impact unfold.”
Bernard gifted me a small wooden box before I left that afternoon, carefully crafted from cherry wood, its lid decorated with a simple, elegant clock face design he’d apparently added specifically in Margaret’s honor.
“I wanted to create something that connected back to her original craft,” he explained. “Even though I never had the chance to actually meet her myself.”
