She nodded and leaned over and put her head on my arm for a second and then got up and went to find the remote.
The bag went back on the shelf in the closet.
I have never moved it.
It sits right where I can see it every morning when I get dressed, and it is not a sad thing for me anymore.
It is a reminder, and what it reminds me of is simple.
I walked into my own backyard holding a gift bag eight minutes too late, and if I had been two minutes later than that, I don’t want to say what my daughter would have had to keep carrying.
So I show up early now.
Everywhere.
To everything.
And I keep the bag where I can see it.
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