There was one more surprise. Wesley had searched through his late father’s belongings and discovered an old feed-store receipt dated thirty-one years earlier. It showed that Dale had bought seed corn on credit. Beside it was a handwritten note Dale had left for his friend: “Do not tell Lorraine we are behind on the house payment. She will want to give up the garden. I will make it up with the extra hours.” Wesley explained that Dale had secretly worked additional night shifts hauling grain so I could keep the garden I loved.
I held the receipt beneath the kitchen light and felt tears forming. My husband had spent years quietly carrying our financial worries, just as I had carried my daughter’s burdens without telling her. Neither of us had learned how to ask for help. I finally understood that silence had passed from one generation to the next, and that Joanna and I had nearly repeated the same mistake.
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