For most of his life, Harold Thompson had been the definition of ordinary.
He worked for nearly four decades at the same manufacturing company.
He paid his bills on time, attended community events, and rarely attracted attention.
By the age of seventy-two, Harold expected life to become quieter.
After losing his wife, Margaret, he spent several years adjusting to a loneliness he never imagined experiencing.
Even simple things like eating dinner alone reminded him of everything he had lost.
