“Dad. Dad, are you packed? Ready to go?”
“Oh, yeah”, he startled. “I guess so.”
“Do you have the right clothes? Nothing dress-y, just a little will do.”
“I do. Pants. Shirt. I suppose…. And my cowboy boots, not shoes.”
“Dad, what are you going to wear?” He drew in a breath.
Tears blurred my stare. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care.
“A brown long sleeve shirt. She made it for me.
And brown pants. It matches the shirt. She liked those.”
Carrie
