Socks

I smiled to myself recently, reflecting on how perfectly suited a brand-new pair of socks seemed for him.

This evening, I sat outside and lit one up for Tim, mentally preparing for the long hours ahead. As I picked up the socks from the floor and put them on, I realized something remarkable. Typically, I don’t pay much attention to my footwear—I’m what you might call a barefoot contessa. But these socks felt different. Perhaps it was Tim’s gentle reminder to slow down, or maybe the soft, smooth embrace of the fabric is destined to become a cherished part of my daily routine.

In the end, it's fitting—what everyone truly wanted for him was simply more time. Perhaps it was his subtle way of reminding us, as we left the funeral wearing those socks, to slow down, take a breath, and be fully present in the moment.