Love and a Sweater
Shortly after Mom passed last November, Dad took me to her closet and told me to take her sweaters. There were sixty of them; it took a while. It was hard. Dad watched as I took down and packed up his gifts to her over so many Christmases. There were Aran sweaters, turtlenecks, Icelandics, cashmere cardigans, pullovers. And then some. There were long 90's-style tunics, boxy 80s pullovers, and patterned winter sweaters.
sports store, a little note fell out apprising the reader that the sweater was a gift to Mom from her parents on her 16th Christmas. I knew that, but she told me anyway. I wore it to work today. Again, no drafts. I felt the warmth of Mom's love and her parents' love. I am grateful for that Yankee frugality that values the staying power of well-made things and the respect that knows genuine love when it sees it.