Among his things that she got to keep was his climbing gear. Missing only the rope that he used to die...
Her daughter was anxious on her first day of climbing camp. She didn't know if she was going to like. Anything different than the routine puts her in panic.
She took a long look to the box that held his climbing gear for the last four years and then she asked her daughter if she wanted to try some climbing shoes. The shoes were the right size. It was enough confidence for her daughter to overcome the anxiety and enjoy her camp.
Her daughter wanted to continue on with climbing lessons. She told her that she had the harness, if she wanted to try. Another perfect fit. She had to detangle old belts, straps and knickknacks to release the climbing harness. Her daughter was delighted with it. She put all the gear on. She looked so much like her brother.
- How did you manged to do that? It must have been so hard? Why?
- Because I love her.
Her memory is not good since his passing, but she will never forget what a friend told her: "Even if you are a zombie sitting on a chair all day long, you are still important to your daughter. Don't leave her, keep yourself alive for her".
She remembers that on the last days she talked to her son, they were atop of Sugar Loaf mountain. They were looking at climbers on the rock in front of them. She asked him: "how about that rope you bought last time you visited us back home?" He told her that he still had it, but he was not climbing anymore. She told him to sell it them, no need to keep that thing around if you are not using it. She offered to take it back home and sell it for him. He said""don't worry about it". She could never forgive herself for that comment. Maybe she was one that gave him the idea to use it in such nefarious way.
