Packing at the end of the most recent trip home she’d tried, but it just didn’t all fit in; did I have a rollaboard she could borrow?
You can have it, I told her, or borrow, whichever works for you. I quite liked that one but it was just a little small so I hadn’t actually ever used it. The local Costco had cleared them out at all of $13; those FULs sold out in a flash.
I got a text today telling me she was sure I wouldn’t mind. She was sure this was what I would have wanted to do with it.
Oh honey yes and amen.
A single friend of hers had just found out she had breast cancer and then died a week and a half later. Her grieving family had come to collect their daughter’s things the best they could.
My daughter had given them her luggage for it. On a whim, feeling silly about it because she couldn’t see how that size would work out, she grabbed the FUL bag too in case they could use it.
It was perfect. It was exactly the thing that exactly solved a problem and they were so grateful.
They are not people of means, she told me, and this is what I could do.
I nearly cried. In pride in my child, in grief for theirs, and I thanked her for letting me help, too, without hesitation even when I didn’t know yet.
And now I know why I found and bought that bag.