My dad used to make me lunch every day that I needed it. He would ask me in the evening if I needed lunch for the next day, and then he’d wake up early enough to make sure that I had at least a sandwich to take with me. He did that until I was 29 years old.
Now, every time I make my lunch, I think of my dad. I tried to buy him lunch the last time we went out together, but he refused.