Joy The third piece was pure joy. Melanie listened closely to her mother’s small, repeating hints: “I’ve always wanted to see the coast in October,” or “I used to love live music.” Using savings built over the years and a series of thoughtful compromises, Melanie planned a short coastal trip and purchased tickets to a local symphony. On that autumn weekend, Diane watched the tide, collected shells, and let the wind rearrange the years from her face. At the symphony, she clapped with the rest of the audience and admitted she hadn’t felt that alive in a long time. Joy, like recognition and time, restored something that had been deferred.

As we reflect on Melanie Hicks and her mom, let’s ask ourselves: