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.

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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

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