It's a purple coyote with pink spots. I've never worn it, not being a pin-wearing sort of person. But I propped it up on my bookcase where I would see it every day.
That was years ago and there it remains, probably covered in dust. I don't live there anymore, but it's the first thing I thought of after seeing her yesterday. "I'm starting a second round of chemo this week," she said after we hugged.
Tomorrow I will drive to my parents house, find the pin, and wear it just because she gave it to me.
She won't know, but I will. And maybe, somehow, it will help.
