The sweater that I had on the day that my dad died (I was with him when he passed) has been lying on my closet floor in the same spot where I took it off the day I came home from the hospital. I cannot even think about washing it, let alone wearing it again. Does that sound strange to anyone? I keep telling myself to just pick it up and put in in the hamper but I can't.
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