I held my daughter close and told her about the woman she never met, the one who believed in small, powerful acts of love.
“We always think we have time to say thank you properly,” I whispered. “But the real thank-you is how we carry love forward.” And so we folded the cardigan carefully, not to hide it again, but to honor it. Not on a shelf — but in our lives.
Because sometimes, the greatest gifts are the ones we don’t understand until years later, when our hearts finally catch up.
