$9 in a pill bottle

Since my father died, I have noticed little habits he had that I absorbed without knowing it.

He always tucked his laces into his boots when he took them off so that they didn’t get soaked in the boot tray.

He always cut his envelopes on one edge with scissors.

He always carried his change in a little film canister or a pill bottle.

I opened my mail with scissors this week.

This week I tucked my laces into my boots.

Today I bought second-hand books with $9 in change, shaken out of a pill bottle.

The people who love us influence us in so many silent ways.

How lucky we are.

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