Just days after my mother died, my dad and I were sitting around, perhaps during the shiva period, talking. Ruthie, he said to me, for years, when I made the bed, mommy would ask me to put the pillows on with the opening facing out. It was just a thing with her. And every time I made the bed, I did it the other way. On purpose. Just because. It was a thing with me.
If I could do one thing over, I would put the pillows on the bed the way she asked me to.
Life doesn't come with do-overs. Do it right when you can.
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