When you’re here
There’s a photo I took of my son as a young kid, red sweater, red backdrop, laughing, framed on my living room console table. Last week I noticed a small sliver of yellow paper sticking out of where you put the photo in, so I opened it. Behind the photo was $50 and a post-it note from my mom that simply read “I love you son”.
As I sat there, collapsed and crying, I could only wonder; did she plan this to be found this way? This had to have been there for over 3 years since she passed away in 2014.
For a brief moment, she was in my present again and I had forgotten how that felt.
I miss her. I love she left this. I love it took me this long to find it.