Stories of Kindness from Around the World

Decades ago I ended my relationship with my beloved fiance after another young woman made it her life's goal to have this talented man. 

I left but never stopped loving him.

We remained close and kept in contact by phone and rare visits until he died many years later. We always loved each other but because the shock of our ending was so traumatic for me I always refused to return to him. 

When he died, his friends treated me like his widow which, in a strange way, I was. 

Several years ago, I saw a note on the internet asking if anyone knew of him. I replied to it and learned it was from his daughter who had never known him. We eventually spoke on the phone several times. She is a well known singer. (Her father was a brilliant pianist and arranger.)

She wanted so much to know why she had never known him; she longed for him still. I was able to tell her everything about him and to send her his last, privately recorded, CD.

She told me later that she had taken it in her car to a quiet deserted place where she heard her father's music for the first time.

I also could tell her, truthfully, that he would have been so proud of her. I had been the singer he wrote for years earlier. I could tell her that he would have admired her talent as much as he would have loved her, had life allowed those things to happen.

Yesterday, as I Googled his name, I found a note from his daughter with a photo of her father in a last performance. The note read, "I am proud to be your daughter." 

I am so happy for her. I never had a father and I am deeply pleased that I could give her hers.