RIP Mr. Newman.
My heart is broken.
A week ago Paul sat with his daughter in the arbor of the garden, breathed in all the late summer beauty, and said very quietly, ‘It’s been a privilege to be here.’
RIP Mr. Newman.
My heart is broken.
A week ago Paul sat with his daughter in the arbor of the garden, breathed in all the late summer beauty, and said very quietly, ‘It’s been a privilege to be here.’