This little bag of jelly beans was given to me by a lovely man named Bill who has since died. He was a flier in WWII who evaded capture after being shot down with the help of very brave civilians in occupied Europe. He was able to reunite with them a few years before his death.
He also looked after his wife in her later years even though she often didn’t know who he was. Whenever I saw him he would always have a joke or two to tell. He was a gem.
I found the jelly beans in the pocket of a coat I hadn’t worn for awhile and I thought of Bill. I probably won’t eat the candy.
