The Honor of Suffering

I pulled out one of her drawers to begin organizing…

Menial tasks can have such gospel implication when done through the law of love. After I separated the pens in the junk drawer, I opened her day planner from 2017. She could still write then. Her handwriting, a memento I never thought I’d treasure.

Slowly I turned the pages, absorbing the complexity of her pencil and the quirkiness of my mom. She wrote down everything, although she was never truly organized and always late to appointments. She could still drive to appointments in 2017.