50th Birthday

The suitcase I took with me to my sister’s funeral is still sitting in a corner of my bedroom. It’s not because I haven’t thought about putting it away one hundred times. When I was in VA my brother-in-law encouraged me to pick out some of my sister’s clothes to take. I knew it was silly since she and I couldn’t have been built any differently. She was always the size of a wisp, and me? Well, let’s just say I have always been “solid”. I don’t mind my size (anymore), but the reality is that most of the things I brought back from her house will never fit me.

Ironically, all the shoes are too big.

So I’m using the suitcase to amass some clothes I think my daughter can wear. Upon returning home, I determined to keep my sister’s black down vest. I wore it for about a…

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