For 23 years, Nancy honored her late son Henry by baking his favorite apple-cinnamon pie and placing it on his grave each year.
It was her way of staying close to him. But one year, she returned to find the pie gone—and a simple note left behind: “Thank you.”
Determined to find out who took it, Nancy returned with a fresh pie and waited. Hours later, a young boy appeared, picked up the pie,
and left the same note. Nancy stepped forward and asked why. Tearfully, the boy admitted he was homeless, hungry, and meant no disrespect.
Touched, Nancy brought him home, baked another pie, and shared it with him. As he ate, she saw not just a child in need, but a chance
to share Henry’s memory in a new way. In giving kindness, Nancy found healing—and realized her son’s spirit lived on, not just in grief, but in love.
