She didn’t have much, that’s what we thought.
The more we looked, the more we found: Investments squirreled away from prying eyes, a storage unit marked by a key upon the ring.
Then strangers stopped us, talked about the wealth she shared in conversations, reaching out to ask about another’s life. They told us of the cards she gave for birthdays and for other days of joy and grief. They talked about the smiles she left when walking down the street.
We grinned, relieved she’d given what we loved the most away.
published on Contemplate
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