I think about my dad from time to time. Tonight I sorted through a box of items. Among the colorful bags of miscellaneous items was a red plastic bag of hats. I opened it and retrieved the one I wanted, a furry abomination of couture. It was what he wore, ridiculousness notwithstanding. It still felt cool underneath my fingers and felt so light. I placed it on my desk, next to the speaker of my computer. I’m not really sure why.
Maybe seeing it will remind me of what I want to be. Resilient. Persevering. Unfaltering. Never doubting oneself. Never afraid. Maybe it will remind me to appreciate what I do have, that I am alive, and that I have so much. Or maybe it will just remind me.
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