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<\/figure>\nHe had cared for those trees his whole life, pruning every branch by hand and teaching our son, Ben, how to tell when the fruit was ripe.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese trees will keep feeding you, even when I\u2019m gone,\u201d he once told him.<\/p>\n
I never imagined how soon those words would matter.<\/p>\n
When we returned from Daniel\u2019s funeral, I was carrying our sleeping 3-year-old daughter while Ben clutched his father\u2019s old cap.<\/p>\n
Then I heard a branch snap.<\/p>\n
Our 50-year-old neighbor, Monica, was straddling the fence, her flowered blouse caught on a nail. Two bags beside her bulged with apples and pears.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n
She barely looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be selfish, Claire. I\u2019m going to sell it. I need the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy children eat those. Their father grew them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Monica rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, he\u2019s not here now, is he? They\u2019ll only rot.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could barely stop myself from yelling.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese aren\u2019t your trees, and this isn\u2019t your property. Don\u2019t you dare come onto my land again,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
I ordered her off my property, and she left muttering that grief had made me \u201chysterical.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, Ben woke me before sunrise.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2026 come outside. I heard a scary noise, and it woke me up.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kissed him on the forehead and went downstairs.<\/p>\n
But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw there.<\/p>\n
Every tree was bare. Broken twigs covered the grass, and Daniel\u2019s wooden ladder lay beside the fence.<\/p>\n
Something inside me cracked.<\/p>\n
I had no doubt who had done it. The lights in Monica\u2019s windows were on despite the early hour.<\/p>\n
So she clearly wasn\u2019t going to respond to politeness.<\/p>\n
And I wasn\u2019t about to let anyone disrespect my husband\u2019s memory \u2014 even if some people thought what I prepared was too much.<\/p>\n
Hours later, I did something in Monica\u2019s front yard.<\/p>\n
When she stepped outside and saw it, she screamed so loudly that the entire neighborhood came running to see what had happened\u2026.To be continued in C0mments<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"