“The Mailman Who Became Family”
When I was around 7, I used to walk my dog around our neighborhood. One afternoon, the mailman — Bob — offered my pup some water. That small gesture sparked something big: from that day on, I joined Bob on his route after school almost every day for the next seven years.
Bob was always full of energy, easy to talk to, and never ran out of stories. He bought lemonade from my stands, gave me small souvenirs from his trips, and we exchanged little gifts on holidays. In many ways, he was like extended family.
Eventually, Bob got reassigned to a different route, and as life moved forward, we lost touch.
Fast forward to just a few weeks ago — I saw someone walking a mail route that looked very familiar. I pulled over, jumped out, and called out, “Bob!” He turned with that same big smile and said, “Michelle!” before pulling me into a warm hug like no time had passed at all.
I introduced him to my kids — and naturally, they got hugs too. Bob showed them his mail truck, and within minutes, it was like they’d known him forever. That’s just the kind of person he is.
He invited us to his place to fish at his pond, and we spent the evening there — the boys catching fish, playing with worms, and soaking up time with Bob. It felt like coming full circle.
I’m so grateful we reconnected. Bob’s the kind of person who makes the world feel a little lighter — just by being in it. I’ve always admired his love for life, and after meeting him, my kids do too.
Some people pass through your life.
Others stay with you — even when they’re gone for a while.
Bob, you’ve always been one of the bright spots in mine.
