The knock came while I was home alone. I don’t remember answering the door, but the cop had this expression that told me my life was going to change forever.
Dear Son, I apologize…”
I heard only that before his words faded. My parents Riley and Emily died in a motorbike accident. A intoxicated driver. Suddenly, they left.
I don’t know how long I stared at the floor. My body felt numb, like I wasn’t there. My graduation was days away. They should have cheered, taken photographs, and embarrassed me like any parents.
“What should I do?” Finally, I murmured. “I graduate Saturday.”
Officer Ellison acted immediately. The man looked me in the eye and said, “You’ll walk. Your parents will be in spirit. I’ll help you cross that level.”
Something about his delivery made me trust him.
Saturday, I stood in my cap and gown, my chest tight, looking across the audience, knowing my parents weren’t there. But then I saw him.
Officer Ellison, where my dad was once.
He was present when my name was called. He was there as I crossed the stage. When I left with my graduation, he hugged me and said, “They’d be so proud of you.”
He was unknown to me before that day. He was perfect for me at my worst hour.
The ceremony brought my circumstances home like a tsunami. My home was quiet when I arrived. No joyous supper, laughs, or tearful parents. Just me.
Before leaving, Officer Ellison gave me his number. Call me if you need anything. I mean it.”
Non-use was my intention. I didn’t want to bother. But that night, looking at the ceiling in my empty bedroom, I crumbled. I texted the simple message: I don’t know what to do.
He replied in minutes: You don’t have to do it alone.
The next morning, the door rang again. I answered this time without hesitation. Ellison stood with a bag of donuts and two coffee mugs. “Figured you shouldn’t start the day alone.”
That became typical. He arrived every morning. Sometimes breakfast, sometimes check-in. He assisted me with paperwork, legal terms I didn’t understand, and kept me from drowning in all the changes.
Around a week later, he inquired, “What’s next for you?”
I shrugged. College, I think. I was admitted to State, but I’m not sure I want to attend. It feels wrong.”
He nodded as if he understood, not pushing. “Your parents wanted that for you, right?
Swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
“Don’t let this take it from you.”
My answer was poor. I wanted to agree, but my sadness weighed me down.
A letter arrived a few days later. My parents’ lawyer sent it. I was surprised to find my dad’s letter. He wrote it months before the accident to present me after graduation.
Whatever happens, keep going. Keep going. We’ll always support you.
Reading those words repeatedly. I instantly knew what to do.
Two months later, I packed for college. It was hard. I always felt like I was leaving them. Ellison helped me move, made silly dorm jokes, and kept me from falling into my own misery.
He helped me move my last box, and I questioned, “Why did you do all this?” I was unknown to you.”
He placed the package and leaned against my vehicle. “My dad died when I was your age. I recall feeling lonely. There were many, but none who understood. I vowed to help someone else through it if I could.”
Swallowed the knot in my throat. “Thank you. For everything.”
My shoulder was touched. “Just promise me one thing.”
What’s that?
Keep going.”
Nodding made me feel like I could for the first time since my parents died.
Life doesn’t always go as planned. Sometimes it causes unspeakable suffering. However, stranger compassion may mean everything in those circumstances.
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