When he died the orange parka disappeared. Donated or buried in a closet or even pitched by my mother. I didn't think much about it until my father-in-law died a few years ago. We were close to the same size so I was allowed to pick through his wardrobe. I took a couple of suits, some shoes and ties and then spotted an orange L.L.Been fleece zip-up in the back of the closet. When I tried it on it was ugly. Just the right orange to match nothing and go with anything. Not the popsicle orange marketed by L.L. Bean today. Almost a burnt orange, between brown and orange. Just the right ugly. So I put it on the stack and took it home.
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I must admit that reading this post in its entirety brought me to tears. I guess these days I find myself examining what really matters since my husband's incredible grandmother is nearing the end of her life after 94 years. Truly an outstanding post.
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