Todd bought the sweatshirt a few years ago at the Shell
Houston Open because no one would listen to me that a jacket was needed.
Worn over and over…..
Starbucks shifts
Floorboard
Trunk
Kleenex
Every article of clothing is gone…
The sweatshirt on the floor of the game room amongst the
backpack and aprons..
Still smelling of coffee and you, swipes of who knows what…
“V” said she would like to have it when I ask her. Memories….
“Are you sure?”, Todd so sweetly ask me. Yes, I’m sure.
My heart is full to know she cared enough to want the last
article of wear.
She gave your heart warmth….
That is all I ever wanted for you, my son.
