He wrote about the small, unexpected moments that shaped him most. The time I had paused to teach a young designer how to thread a needle correctly. The afternoon we had laughed over spilled ink on a fabric swatch. “Those moments stayed with me,” he wrote. “They remind me that care, thoughtfulness, and patience have a value far beyond what we see.”

I pictured him, sitting by a studio window, the warm afternoon light spilling over his papers. “I see you,” I whispered softly. “Even ...