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.