The box comes down from the attic on the first Saturday of December. Near the top is the ornament with her mother's handwriting on the tag. The afternoon stops.
She doesn't finish the tree. She opens SOS, breathes through the haptics, reads Psalm 34:18 and the step: "Tell one person what today was like." She texts her brother a photo of the ornament. He calls. They talk about their mom for twenty minutes, and on Sunday they finish the tree together.
The step after the verse is often just: don't carry it alone.