What My Neighbor Did After My Husband's Funeral Shocked Everyone

My husband, Russell, died twelve days before our apple harvest.

He had cared for those trees for as long as I had known him, trimming every branch by hand, checking the soil after heavy rain, and teaching our nine-year-old son, Toby, how to tell when a piece of fruit was truly ready.

“Don’t pull,” Russell would tell him. “If it’s ready, it’ll come to you.”