Closets

A little at a time.
Casual people that we are, our closets, especially Bob's, are filled with t-shirts; we bought him at least one on every trip and on most occasions.


This morning I sift through his side of our closet, every shirt a memory from World Cup 2006 (was it only five years ago?) to Stop Genocide in Sudan to Plays Well With Others. Some shirts I can't part with because I see him in them. Others I keep just in case ... in case of ...